| Mota
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| Runnin' through a hundred thousand, nigga, no lie
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| Old school with the rallies like Sosa
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| Yeah, my niggas put you on I got some hoes down
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| Represent me to the utmost in the valley
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| You could meet me in a spaceship up at
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| Baby, if you can’t feel your face, your on cock-haunt
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| Fuck the shit out of your girlfriend, don’t stop now
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| Call me Sir Clyde Carson
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| Presidential suite, no secret service
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| Victoria Secret for jewelery
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| That’s all she got on
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| And that’s a lot on
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| Yo nigga put the H in hustle and put the G in gang
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| Best ones gone, but a few remain
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| I see bullshit through these Gucci frames
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| I know what money smell like and bitch you stank
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| I’ve got plenty mo' henny and a, just in case
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| Mo' bitches that’s ready on the phone, just in case
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| We could pull up anywhere if you want, just in case
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| You need a lil' mo', just in case
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| I gotta lil' mo', just in case
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| Yeah
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| Gotta throw 'em money
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| Tell em', ain’t hard
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| Still mack hard, maneuver, situatin'
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| Fast line to my destination
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| Want the whole thang, no hesitation
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| But you so lame, you was so basic
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| Now you in a Range, got you upgraded
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| They wait patiently 'cause they can’t replace me
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| Please back it up if you make the statement
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| Platinum Chanel, Versace fragrance
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| I was always thought never knock a playa'
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| We could stack money, go get it back for me
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| A bunch of racks on me, I can’t relax homie
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| My nigga got rich of tree, that’s facts homie
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| Stoner I.D., I’ve got my pass on me
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| We could blow
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| I’ve got plenty mo' henny and a, just in case
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| Mo' bitches that’s ready on the phone, just in case
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| We could pull up anywhere if you want, just in case
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| You need a lil' mo', just in case
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| I gotta lil' mo', just in case
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| Runnin' through the money, then I relocate
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| Worry bout' yo nigga baby, I’ll be straight
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| Show him how to hustle, keep him on that chase
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| Put it on yo tongue baby, how that taste?
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| How that taste?
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| How that taste?
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| Put it on yo tongue baby, how that taste?
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| Had to see me now 'cause you could not wait
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| I’ve got some extra for ya baby, just in case
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| I’ve got plenty mo' henny and a, just in case
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| Mo' bitches that’s ready on the phone, just in case
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| We could pull up anywhere if you want, just in case
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| You need a lil' mo', just in case
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| I gotta lil' mo', just in case |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just In Case , by - Clyde Carson. Song from the album S.T.S.A. 2 (Something To Speak About), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп