| Z-E-R-O-S, that’s right
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| I pay way too much for my flights
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| I pay way too much on my clothes
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| I’m just too damn cool for these hoes
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| Someone please just hand me my phone
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| So I can get back into my zone
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| Everyone just leave me alone
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| I’m just way too lit for this
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| All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's
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| All I ever needed was a girl who could see the
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| Gold on my neck, boy, I ain’t tryna flex
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| But I’m shinin' so hard, even blind people see it
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| Steppin' out the wagon, it’s 200 thousand
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| Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon
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| That’s what you get from a hard day of trappin'
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| I’m lit, man, it’s all just flashin'
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| Don’t that shit sound familiar?
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| Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
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| Can’t trust y’all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
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| Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
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| Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere
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| Material shittin' on royalty
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| Suck this dick, baby, I’ma shoot gold in your hair
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything
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| Turn errything
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| Turn err’thing
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| Welcome to the land of the greed
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| Welcome to the home of the slave
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| Run up in your house while you sleep
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| What’s the number to the muhfuckin' safe?
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| Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave
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| You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
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| 'Bout to go Django unchained
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| Girls do anything to get backstage
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| Turn err’thing up
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| Money ain’t everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
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| Black King Tut
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| High school friends selling drugs out the same house where I grew up
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| That’s how you really give back to your community
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| I don’t settle for less than getting what I need
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| I know people that’s locked up for only using weed
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| How did Hilary Clinton get immunity, huh?
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| Hahaha, I don’t know why that’s funny
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| Everyday is Halloween, huh?
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| Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
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| Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh?
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| Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
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| They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything
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| We going crazy, we jump around like marines
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| We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings
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| You ready?
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything up
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| Turn errything
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| Turn errything
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| Turn err’thing
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| Turn err’thing
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| Turn err’thing up
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| Turn err’thing up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boing Boing, artist - Cheat Codes. Album song Level 1, in the genre Танцевальная музыка