| I came through and I killed it these niggas didn’t know
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| You need to learn from your bitches to hit up my show
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| Early morning, I’m chiefing and 'bout to pass out
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| Getting texts from some people I don’t care about
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| Making changes I’m clearing up from my last route
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| Looking at me she tell me she 'bout to crash out
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| Hold up, die down
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| Hold up, stop playing
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| I know my limits, you know
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| I know I’m different, you know
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| Pick up the phone and I go somewhere that you wouldn’t know
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| Leave me alone you see me I’m in my zone
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| And I don’t mean to sound cliché, baby lets go and roam
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| Put it together, know I do it better this my weather
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| Know this I’m 'bout my cheddar no time for niggas to catch up
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| Pistol up by my side, no reason for me to let up
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| Really gon' have it hard thinking I’m easy to setup
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| I stuff woods and deuces to all my soldiers
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| We gon' get hotter in weather, the world colder
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| I 'bout my city, just hoping they see me over
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| I’m pushing down on these horses that’s in my motor
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| I kept it smoking forever I keep it going
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| These niggas talking they notice I’m off that old shit
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| They notice I’m off that old shit
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| Lil' bitch I keep it going
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| Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at yall
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| On the road, blowing grands at the mall
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| Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
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| Yeah she might fuck you over any night
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| Never needed nobody but ya’ll can fall through
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| We can argue and shit, bitch I’ma call you
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| Pick up, you’re telling me, «this rough»
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| Big puffs, adrenaline gets stuck
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| Big bucks, I’m tryna' get big bucks
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| You try your luck and try to get tough
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| We get em' up its nothing you amateurs
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| Come through she tripping and handle her
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| Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at yall
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| On the road, blowing grands at the mall
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| Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
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| Yeah she might fuck you over any night
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| My soul shining I glisten up as the night sing
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| She her blinding, she open up as in my queen
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| It’s crunch time fuck it all the time, ay
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| You fuck boys need an empire
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| Grape vine through the grape vine
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| Heard that go to date if you take mines
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| That’s a message I’m clearing out through the bass line
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| You niggas you better wait bruh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick Up , by - Chris Travis. Song from the album The Ruined, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп