| Drove bout five four cars in the same night
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| Keep switching up
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| Show my other niggas they can get it too
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| No giving up
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| Safe house a couple hundred thousand now
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| Keep picking up
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| Gasoline can’t get no louder that
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| Kicking your ear drums
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| Got some slappers from 808 Mafia
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| You should go get you some
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| Depend on how your budget run
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| How fast your money come
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| I’m from New Orleans, my nigga I gotta stunt
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| We tryna run up on some type of shit that my niggas be Waiting on
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| Organization taking for 'em
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| Bitches be bringing the paper for 'em
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| Rolling their weed and paper for 'em
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| Journal entries I read aloud
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| Them record labels keep paying for 'em
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| Thirty minutes got a plane to board
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| To the airport in a racing car
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| Charge it to the nigga playing card
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| Momma praying for me, oh lord
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| I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
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| You could get it if you do it how I showed you
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| In presence of pressure
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| Keep your composure
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| Stand tall soldier
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| You’ll ball before it’s all over
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| (Fuck waiting baby, get your paper
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| Fuck bitches, won’t stack your riches
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| If they don’t see you
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| Make em hear about you
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| And when you see em, make those fuckers feel you)
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| This information could start a war
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| What’s in the paper can start a car
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| They caught the vapors from chasing stars
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| Drop top, park chevy’s, all soft
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| Dug em out like they fucking golf carts
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| Burn 'em out on the basketball court
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| What it’s all for, what it’s all for
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| For my fam, nigga, cause I’m all heart
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| On the top floor at the Waldorf
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| Nigga dumb fresh but I’m too smart
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| To slip up with niggas and get caught
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| What you looking at is a real boss
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| Got a line of niggas that’ll kill for him
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| But it’s all good cause I’m too high
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| Tryna come up with another five million
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| Build me a building me so we can hide in it
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| To the ceiling, money piling in it
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| No miles on it, windows not tinted
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| Hot Spitta in a 560 Benz
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| High vintage shit, fly isn’t it
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| I could show you how I done it, start a company and run it
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| Hustle that you put in to it
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| You can pull more than double from it
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| I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
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| You could get it if you do it how I showed you
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| In presence of pressure
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| Keep your composure
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| Stand tall soldier, you’ll ball before it’s all over
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| (Fuck waiting baby, get your paper
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| Fuck bitches, won’t stack your riches
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| If they don’t see you, make em hear about you
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| And when you see em, make those fuckers feel you)
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| I could move a boulder through a Boost Mobile
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| You could get it if you do it how I showed you
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| In presence of pressure
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| Keep your composure
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| Stand tall soldier
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| You’ll ball before it’s all over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boulders , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Canal Street Confidential, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп