| This is revenge
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| Like when them Russians
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| Caught us all on with the red light
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| No bullets just pens
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| No machine guns
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| Just machined up rims
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| Yea
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| I let me fitted sit high
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| Cause I am really on my
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| Grind
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| Fool
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| And as the game rotate
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| And my name grows bigger
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| How many bitches want
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| Not many bitches want
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| I know you think your bitches don’t
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| But I know what she did
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| Last summer
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| Scream for me when I touched her
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| Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass
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| Fittin' say fuck it
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| Call Moose
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| And tell him cop it
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| Give it to my brother
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| Sticky trees I sit under
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| Trying to stay cool
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| Big city
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| Lights hotter then a motherfucka
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| (tools them)
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| So Cal
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| Wedesdays Calcutta
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| Socks up
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| Stocks rising
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| Keep catching Spitta grinding
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| Higher then my fitted riding
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| And if I showed you where I lived
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| You would think that I was hiding
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| Can’t call it a neighborhood
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| I ain’t living by nobody
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| Applying for statehood
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| Make my footprint in geography
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| Spreading my monopoly
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| And plus nobody I know
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| Got killed in New Orleans today
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| I got cash put away
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| And some more on the way
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| Yea
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| Oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the front
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| This the life we want
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| Nigga you only live it once
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| Uh
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| I let my fitted sit high
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| Cause I am really on my
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| Grind
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| Yea
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| I let my fitted sit high
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| Cause I am really on my
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| Grind
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| Yea
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| Uh
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| Class shit
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| You niggas still cuffin'
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| If I wanted her back
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| Nigga I’ll be still fuckin'
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| And I see niggas try and rap like us
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| Watch the video
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| Then try and act like us
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| We make this shit look easy
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| Do a show out in Brooklyn
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| When I just left the Easy
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| With my nigga Spit Spitta
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| Girls try and get us
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| Tell her I’ll be coming back
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| You best be doing all them sit-ups
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| Don’t take me to the airport crying girl
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| Get up
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| She don’t want me to leave when I’m with her
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| I tell her I’m the nigga that she need
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| Not a needy ass nigga
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| The game don’t get any realer
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| I just want the red outside
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| Black stripes like thriller
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| I’m in Miami bumpin' Trilla
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| I got dope on the low
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| But I’m not a dope dealer
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| The fans blocking like the Steelers
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| I let my fitted sit high
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| Cause I am really on my grind
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| Kat Williams flow
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| Bitch this pimpin' all the time
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| You singing ass rap niggas
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| Simpin' all the time
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| Fucking up the game
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| Niggas fucking up my name
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| You don’t want no money
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| Just fame
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| They ask me how I’m doing
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| Shit I really can’t complain
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| Sippin' champagne
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| And try and get everything I want
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| Yelling oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the front
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| Uh, uh
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| I’m yelling oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the front
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| Yea, yea
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| Oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the front
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| Let that ride out
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| Oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the front
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| Oceans in the back
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| Porsches in the. |
| uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Estates , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп