| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| If you go broke, better go pick up a ski
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| I be Gucci’d down, I got sick of Louis V
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| Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea
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| I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me
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| They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek
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| Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
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| Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»
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| Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
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| Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
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| Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
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| If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
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| Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
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| Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
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| Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
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| Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep (Ooh)
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| Truth be told, a lot of niggas runnin' out of guap (Guap)
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| Say they havin' paper but they really out of stock (Broke)
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| On Instagram cappin' but you sleepin' on a cot (What?)
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| If you ain’t gettin' no money, why you posted on the block? |
| (What?)
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| Say that that’s ya bitch, I got my dick up in her twat (Euh)
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| I’ma let her drown, I got no feelings for the thot (No)
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| VVSs lookin' like some dried up snot (Ice)
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| In other words, I just put some boogers in the watch (Woo)
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| I can teach a young nigga how to get rich (Cash)
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| Rule number one, never fall for the bitch (No, no, no)
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| Rule number two, keep it solid with your clique
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| And if you lookin' like a lick, keep a fully-loaded stick (Ooh)
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| Bitch, I really got it, so I pop a lotta shit (Bitch)
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| Guess the nigga mad 'cause I’m fuckin' on his sis (Bitch)
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| I’ma send a hit before I ever send a diss (Bah)
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| Catch a nigga loafin', I’ma pop one like a cyst
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| These niggas look up to me, the streets fuckin' with me
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| Because it ain’t no cap in my rap (No)
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| My ho keep trippin', she says I’m always in the lab
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| I’m just perfectin' my craft (Woah)
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| I did not have me no coach when I jumped in the streets
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| In the jungle, I had to adapt (Mmm)
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| I am not selfish when it come to money or bitches
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| I’m gon' split 'em both with my pals (Ooh)
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| I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| If you go broke, better go pick up a ski (Ski)
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| I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V (V)
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| Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea
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| I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me
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| They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek
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| Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
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| Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»
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| Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
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| Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
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| Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
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| If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
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| Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
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| Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
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| Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
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| Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep
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| Niggas be sleepin', huh?
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| Niggas be sleepin', Tempur-Pedic but they be peakin', huh?
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| Bitches be tweakin', huh?
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| Pistol be peakin' out the side, you niggas be geekin', huh?
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| Ooh, I let these lil' niggas have it
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| Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic
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| T-t-ten thousand, throw it on a acrobatic
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| My bitch smoke on sweet aromatics
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| Bitch, how you bossin' sleepin' on a mattress?
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| Your bank account dry, stiff, cactus
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| I-I-I got them racks, splurge, Saks Fifth
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| You not a boss, bitch, you a actress
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| Politic with politicians
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| Dripped out the school 'cause I didn’t wanna pay for admissions
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| Rather writing composition
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| Wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon
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| I-I-I got that lil' pussy leakin'
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| Seen you in flight, you my bitch for the weekend
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| I don’t give a fuck if these niggas don’t like me
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| Let 'em know they jewelry do not excite me
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| Let 'em know I never rented a whip
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| Pink-pink slip everything that I own
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| A-a-and I spazz on everything that I’m on
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| New Tommy gun, bitch, I’m Lil Boat Capone
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| I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| If you go broke, better go pick up a ski (Ski)
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| I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V (V)
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| Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea (Sea)
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| I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me
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| They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek
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| Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
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| Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»
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| Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
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| Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
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| Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
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| If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
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| Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
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| Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
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| Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
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| Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song tOlD mE, artist - Co Cash. Album song F.A.C.T.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп