| Fuck me
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| You know somethin'? |
| We ain’t really never had no old money
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| I gotta go in
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| We got a whole lotta new money though
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| Don’t judge, fuck it
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| Beast mode
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| Ayy, uh
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| Raindrop, drop top
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| I got Migos to pass the weed
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| I’m not Offset, but I set off with the takeoff
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| Probably why the hottie got a body like Cardi B
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| Bob Marley, I pass the weed
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| Pass the tree, 'cause my lyrics are a masterpiece
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| You can find me in the house like I’m Ali G
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| And I got a motherfuckin' ounce like I’m Charlie Sheen (Perfect)
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| Fuck my ex, I can’t stand her, argh
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| Fuck my friends, I ain’t Chandler, argh
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| First name’s Blake, not Adam
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| See me travellin' the longest yards, I’m A. Sandler, argh
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| I was in a hotel, loungin'
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| Me and Bagzy were smokin' cones
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| And now I’m tryna get a bag on my broken phone
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| I’m livin' like a rockstar like I’m Post Malone
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| Slow down one time, baby, let’s go
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| Heck no, I’m tryna put a house up in Escrow
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| I just wanna get a Ying Yang Twin
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| Then show 'em my Lil Jon till the girls wanna get low (Yeah!)
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| I’m the one to put a bar in the underground
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| You motherfuckers better make your thanks
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| When it comes to the dollar, dollar bills
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| Yeah, Chillin' get all the money, I’m a St George bank (Perfect)
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| Woo, woo, find me at a rave
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| Gettin' blazed with the kush and I’m lookin' for a pill hit
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| Got the gloves at the back with the ball
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| My brother, I ain’t never Adam Gilchrist
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| Only my Don Bradman would get that
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| The bender it goes five days: Test match
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| This ain’t the Basement Jaxx
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| But where’s your head at?
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| Ha, stay in the cut with the sesh lad
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| Call up my crew, «Where the sesh at?»
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| If it’s your wife, we don’t text back
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| Arnie Schwarzenegger, I flex rap
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| Hit the forty, Rick and Morty
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| Fly through space, stay high with a jetpack
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| I swear that your bitch is boring, switch the story
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| You might end in the place where my ex at (Perfect)
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| I’m a man, bruv, I do what a man does
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| So I do it for my man, then my man up
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| I grew up not fuckin' with the mainstream
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| 'Cause I had Big L rockin' on my Samsung
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| You can’t be damn stupid
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| Brother, I’m Chill, don’t ask your man, «Who's this?»
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| I jump on the 'Gram, I pass the damn doobie
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| I smoke me a spliff like Armin van Buuren
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| No money, so I skip my rent
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| See Jackson, high all the time like 50 Cent
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| I ain’t ever done Muay Thai
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| But I still get high with my homies that hit the legs
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| All of you faggots are soundin' American
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| Bruv, I’m the pimp at your party
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| Check out this Aussie that’s swaggin'
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| With Nautica jackets and shrimps on the barbie (Perfect)
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| These days, I’m sippin' the cheap whiskey
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| Till the day that I die, I’ll be high
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| No surprise, I ain’t givin' a fuck, it seems risky
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| I’ll overdose on Nurofen Plus like 360
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| I was under Satan’s spell
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| But Blake rebelled, the drugs I would take as well
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| I blazed the L, then stare up at the face of hell
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| That make a motherfucker laugh like I’m Dave Chapelle
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| Look back at it, oh my God
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| Wu-Tang Clan’s playin' on my iPod
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| Got a white girl in some lingerie
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| She pass J’s with her arse in my face and the lights on
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| Argh, I can’t even breathe, bro
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| Fuck it, that’s it
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| One take, 420 fam, BodyBag Media, Deadthread (Perfect)
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| (Smoke weed every day)
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| Ah, pack me up
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| Call me a stripper, shit, I’m fucked
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| That was harder than I thought
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| Oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Breathe One Take , by - Chillinit. Song from the album Women Weed & Wordplay, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп