| I’m thinkin' I switched my gears again, I’m steering clear
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| They thinkin' I ain’t gon' come around, I still appear
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| Yeah, smashin' like I’m supposed to, flow is still the ocean
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| Yeah, she just want the dopest, she just caught me posted
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| Magnificent, right now, on some G.O.A.T. |
| shit
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| Pineapple pop mixed in with her Patrón sips
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| It used to be no mattress, just a couch
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| No AC in the summer, but we still figured it out, right
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| Yeah, send my condolence
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| For every nigga that got took out over ho shit
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| Niggas be mad, niggas be feeling entitled, halitosis
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| It get funky, it get spunky, watch out who you close with
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| Super bad with me, switchin' when she walkin'
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| Yeah, got the kinda hustle that you don’t see often, yeah
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| Grindin' all these hours, need a bigger profit
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| Told me that you tryna get further, and now we locked in
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man
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| Good job
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| Jumpin' out this four-door, it’s lookin' like she saw a ghost
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| Cuban link gold, one glance and the bitch chose
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| I don’t pimp no more, but these shoes like havin' hoes
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| Merchandise sellin' out the roof, I need to cop a store
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| I don’t need to cop no more Rollies, 'cause I got four
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| Bucket hat one-twenty with the lil' monkey on it
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| Three-hundred-dollar cup holder, no soda on it (Numbers)
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| In Trader Joes with this 40 cal, I don’t trust nothin'
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| Pulled up in that ASC McLaren, BBS’s on it (Yes, Lord)
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| Money just hit a lil' different when you thug for it
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| You ain’t even got a hundred racks, what you clubbin' for?
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| If you ever see me in a suit, it’s probably Tom Ford (Good job)
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| My son and some money the only thing I got time for
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| Bitch, you gotta work around my schedule, it’s bad for you (What's happenin'?)
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| Baby, I don’t cherish no pussy, I like Lambos (Lambos)
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| Third grade, nigga used to dream 'bout them Land Rovers (For real)
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| Hundred-dollar socks, on the beach eatin' mangos (Mangos)
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| '87 Vette, donkey rope, and a Kangol (Good job)
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| Twenty thousand dollars if we talkin' what the chain cost (Numbers)
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| No diamonds, nigga, pure gold, I don’t play with 'em, what’s happenin'?
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| Man, uh
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| Goddamn, sock it to me
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Man
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| Good job
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| Yeah
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| What the?
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| Yeah
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| What the?
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| Yeah
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| What the?
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song $100 Socks , by - Clyde Carson. Song from the album Fast Lane, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп