| Woo
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| Woo
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| Big bag alert
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| Yeah
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| You know we gettin' the most money, right?
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| We already got the most money, nigga
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| (Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
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| When you see me, big watch, fifty pointers in the bezel of it (You see it?)
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| Big Draco on me, you could never tough it (Ha)
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| Try and run down, better think better of it
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| Told my shooter, «If it’s smoke, then you better up it» (Boom, boom, boom)
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| That bitch pussy good, but I could never love it (Not at all)
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| I dive in that pussy like I’m treasure huntin' (Splash)
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| She ain’t really my bitch, but she my bitch (That's my bitch)
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| Took her out th hood, now she leveld up (Ha)
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| Uh, might put her in the CCs
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| The two Fs and the GGs (Talk to 'em)
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| The CDs and the DGs
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| And I pass the bitch off, CP3 (Hahaha)
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| We come, big strap, peon, get back
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| I am beyond this rap, we gon' click-clack (Brr)
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| Put my whole city on map, we won’t get at
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| Niggas know what we on, get back, nigga, let this bitch breathe
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| I ain’t done
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| Let this bitch breathe, big Rollie on sleeve
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| Big brodie sold keys, big forty on me
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| Two hundred on Vs, try and run up on me
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| Your mama gon' grieve, bro, you know we gon' squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom)
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| Bro, you know you won’t leave
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| You know we on go, bro, you know we don’t freeze
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| Kutter hangin' out the car and he throwin' light breeze (Brr)
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| Know we both sold raw and you know we sold Ps
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| Got the .44 Colt like a Rodeo
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| Homie gon' bleed (Boom), put the hole in both knees
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| Gotta suck it if your pussy on bleed (Ha), let that bitch breathe
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| Bitch, breathe, let that bitch breathe
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| Breathe, let that bitch breathe
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| Let that bitch breathe
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| Let that bitch breathe
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| Bitch, let that bitch breathe
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| Let that bitch breathe (Woo)
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| Uh, I just got another bag, nigga (Woo)
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| Uh, I’m really tied in with the streets, I ain’t just another rap nigga (Woo)
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| Yeah, and that’s a fact, nigga
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| That ain’t no cap, we be slidin' with the MACs
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| Nigga, thirty-two shot clips, call that shit Shaq, nigga (Brr)
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| Aimin' at your hat, nigga, put you on your back
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| Play with me if you want to, that’ll get you whacked, nigga
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| MVP form, you can go and check the stats, nigga
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| 'Bout to win a ring, then I’m winnin' back-to-back, nigga (Hah, hah, hah)
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| Roll another Back, yeah, you know I’m puttin' wax in it
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| Louis letterman, LV on the patch
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| I don’t love no ho, I ain’t gettin' too attached with her
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| Hit it from the back, then I say I’ll holler back
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| Gotta let that bitch breathe (Haha, bitch, breathe)
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| Uh, uh
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| Queen Caese
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| When you see me, Queen Caese, bow down when you greet me (Uh)
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| Full speed, I got the green like Luigi (Come on)
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| Lotta dark, diamonds dance, Chris Breezy (Breezy)
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| Known to do a AmEx greasy
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| Mani ain’t the chick you can get right to (Uh-huh)
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| Hit my line, highly doubt you will get right through (Uh-uh)
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| Gaultier on the boots, that’s my get right shoe (Ooh)
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| Griselda is the movement and the get right crew (Yup)
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| Slim waist, fat ass, make him blow a big bag (Ooh)
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| Deuce-deuce in the goose, want smoke, who mad? |
| (Yup)
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| Bad bitch, big drip with a whole lotta swag (Ah)
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| Five-six, fly chick, whole lotta ass (Woo)
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| Hit the club, pop Ace, blow a lil' cash (Cash)
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| Push a coupe, deuce-double-O on the dash
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| Ain’t about the money, it’s fuck 'em like Mr. Marcus (Fuck 'em)
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| Married to the money, tell niggas I’m off the market (I'm off the market)
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| Huh, don’t get scared now, niggas
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| Let’s talk about it, pussy ass niggas
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| If you don’t know about it, ask your ho about it
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| It’s up and it’s motherfuckin' stuck there
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| Lights out for you niggas and you bitches too
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| Griselda forever, big steppers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anza , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album From King To A GOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп