| Well, of course
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| Yeah, Clay
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| Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold
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| Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes
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| Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose
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| Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes
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| Talking that shit, that is a no
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| I got a stick, right by the door
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| Glock with a dick, came wit a scope
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| You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough
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| Louis Vuitton, I am a don
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| I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch
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| Walk in the club, fire big blunt
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| We throw the ball, we never punt
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| I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
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| T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
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| Make in a day what you make in a month
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| Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount
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| These niggas cap, I’m just keepin' it frank
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| Roll up a blunt on the way to the bank
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| Walked in this bitch and I pulled out a hank
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| These ain’t no twenties, this nothing but Franks
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| We do this shit that these lil niggas ain’t
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| You try to jump in this water and sank
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| Walk in the party these lil bitches faint
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| Gave em the drip, think I should be thanked
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| Say I’m rude, lil bitch move (baby, ain’t the type to chose)
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| Since back then, been that dude (I was freshest at the school)
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| Bada-bing, bada-boom (Diamonds hittin', I gotta bruise)
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| Pour me lean, double deuce (I don’t drink no fuckin' booze)
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| Fuck em in twos, fuck em in fours
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| Jimmy Choos, right on her toe
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| Hop in the coupe, put it in cruise
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| I’m getting True, ride by your hoe
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| Look at these jewels, they got me cool
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| What is the temp? |
| Thirty below
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| I got a tool, that I use
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| When I’m in that mood, you know how it go
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| Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold
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| Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes
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| Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose
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| Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes
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| Talking that shit, that is a no
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| I got a stick, right by the door
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| Glock with a dick, came wit a scope
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| You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough
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| Louis Vuitton, I am a don
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| I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch
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| Walk in the club, fire big blunt
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| We throw the ball, we never punt
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| I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
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| T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
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| Make in a day what you make in a month
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| Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount
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| Take another nigga bitch and hit her like she mine
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| Fucked her from behind and then I left that hoe behind
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| Ca-ca-can't remember if this was the first or second time
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| This bitch is a ten, but I still dropped her like a dime
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| In L.A. smoking on dope on a line, just stimulating my mind
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| I know some niggas they plottin' on me dyin', gotta salute em for trying
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| Chains on me like I’m Busta Rhymes or like I committed a crime
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| Tell em I need me a golden fork whenever I go out and dine
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| Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold
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| Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes
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| Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose
|
| Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes
|
| Talking that shit, that is a no
|
| I got a stick, right by the door
|
| Glock with a dick, came wit a scope
|
| You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough
|
| Louis Vuitton, I am a don
|
| I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch
|
| Walk in the club, fire big blunt
|
| We throw the ball, we never punt
|
| I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
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| T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
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| Make in a day what you make in a month
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| Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GoLdEn TicKeT , by - Co Cash. Song from the album F.A.C.T.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп