| Now what the hell should I care about, nothing
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| I’m Paramount, fuck it bring the Maclaren out
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| She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out
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| French connection, I Paris my whereabouts
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| You still in your parents' house
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| I’m with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
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| No pants derriere is out
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| I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
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| I fuck with some street killers and D dealers
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| We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
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| I fuck with some blunt smokers and E-pillers
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| You don’t like us, so what, the freaks feel us
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| Onion booty and some yoga pants
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| She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance
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| I got paper and she over stamps
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| I got a message for the haters man
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| Tell them muhfuckas we made it
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| Live good, still hood
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| Grind hard like a real nigga should
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| 1hunnid, stay true
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| Let 'em know, tell them muhfuckas we made it
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| Yeah, tell them muhfuckas we made it
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| Johnny Blue, tell them muhfuckas we faded
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| Middle finger you and them mothafuckas who hate it
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| Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
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| By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica
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| On my birthday gettin' my cake up
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| You dudes Hollywood, say what?
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| I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks
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| I don’t think you want a problem
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| I’m Andy Warhol and on boardwalk
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| I’m awesome when I draw guns
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| Be somewhere in Boston when the law come
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| With a bad bitch and she know it’s pimpin'
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| Her accent is like Lois Griffin
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| The Lord’s prayer over roasted chicken
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| Some red wine, let’s toast to livin'
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| Breaking news, we making moves
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| You new niggas listen, pay your dues
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| Don’t be a dive artist, or you play to lose
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| Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
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| Box me, you need a drug test
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| Box full of shells, let’s have a slug fest
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| Then I tell your ho put on her fuck dress
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| Give me brains for fame, that’s success
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| The best revenge and this is murder now
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| You talk behind my back and I ain’t even turn around
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| Ants to a giant, I ain’t even heard a sound
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| Attitude up, I ain’t finna turn it down
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| VH1 bitch in a black Carerra
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| Gettin' Viacom pussy in this ratchet era
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| Fuck her weave up and her black mascara
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| Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Them MF's We Made It , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Apex Predator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп