| Can’t have everything, I want everything yeah
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| Alright, take 56 nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, if you say so
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| I keep taking Drake flows but I’m paid though
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| Do a shot by the caseload, nigga case closed
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| 'Cause I been balling like a hot boy, I got a bankroll
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| Road runner out of state shows
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| Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
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| And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go
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| Down, staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
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| We both human but we ain’t the same though
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| You and all your boyfriends fucked the same hoes
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| My ambitions as the GOAT, we don’t have the same goals
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| I’m gon pull off in a Challenger with candy paint toes
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| Watch your back, shoot, you know anything goes
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| And they took your .44s, hid 'em in his
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| The same shit this day that every day is old
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| So you better get your money up in every you know
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| Same me like
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| That’s 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on
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| That’s 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong
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| I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on
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| Road runner out of state shows
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| Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
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| And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go, down
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| Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
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| If you say so
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| Caught them other niggas go but they ain’t go
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| Call me what you want just not after eight though
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| Hooping after bankroll, what the safe hold
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| I’m too boujee for my pleasurement, can’t fuck a fake hoe
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| I’m too snooty for her estrogen, I love her frame though
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| I want all money, back on all grind
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| I see pistol grip, pumps, in the back, are you alright
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| Dunno why I’m in the back, are y’all lying?
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| I’m gon have to leave some, I don’t think you wanna try
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| I don’t think you wanna die, if you choose to
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| Pretty sure your mama ain’t gon wanna lose you
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| I’m most positive that they’ll talk about it on the youtube
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| I was handling my business, I suggest you do you
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| Yeah, got a short fuse, I’ve been walking on a long-ass with some loose screws
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| Same me like
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| That’s 200 dollars G-star, got weed stains on
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| That’s 300 for my heart bong, my weed-break bong
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| I be smoking on out the door, I get my weed break on
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| Road runner out of state shows
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| Gotta travel with my, fuck a draco
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| And my Glock only 17, if he can’t go, down
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| Staying at the crib, counting till the bank close uhh (GG)
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| One day my friends gon stop looking for guidance in people that spite us
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| One day them subtweets gon build you up courage to come out a fight us
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| One day my friends gon stop looking for friendship in people who spite us
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| One day the world gon stop faking they for real become |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song September's Very Own, artist - Chuuwee. Album song Nimrod, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп