| Yo turn it up a little bit
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| Eastside
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| Uh
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| At the point that I’ve grown to
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| Niggas ain’t worried 'bout fucking these hoes
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| Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
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| And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
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| I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga
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| Just installed the new safe in the floor
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| I gets involved with the results in the score
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| Tight specialist, gold medalist, all pro
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| Write medicine, steppin' jones, three elephant prints
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| In a '64 with a sixth sense
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| All I see is dead presidents making the world spin
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| Simp ass nigga got back with that girl again
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| Emotional roller coaster ain’t go the frame bent
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| Can’t focus on goals, can’t clutch the win
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| Don’t care which side you with, nigga this L gon' fit
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| You fell for that bitch, choose wise staying alive
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| Reppin' my side and staying outside
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| The point that I’ve grown to
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| Niggas ain’t worried 'bout fucking these hoes
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| Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
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| And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
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| I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga
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| Moving slow in my rag though
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| With my chrome bumper dragging the flow, lane fashionable
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| Bitch what’s your area code, I got places to go
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| And big faces to blow
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| She roll big faces with rose draws, inhale blow
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| Couple grand up her nose, its the life that she chose
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| Help her forget what she did
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| Help her stay up all night to cop that whip
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| Independent bad bitch with a habit, they come a dime a dozen
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| Little youngin' you can have them
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| I’m in the Mercedes wagon out in Aspen
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| Fish-tailing in the snow
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| Making the back spin
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| Had to front with that paper I get
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| Show them niggas how to stay real, stay rich
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| Stay way way away with that fake shit
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| Show them niggas how to stay real, stay rich
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| Stay way way away with that fake shit
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| At the point that I’ve grown to
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| Niggas ain’t worried 'bout fucking these hoes
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| Only concern is dough nigga, how to get more
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| And I just threw a set of all golds on the four
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| I just pulled a fresh batch of that out the stove nigga
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| Just installed the new safe in the floor
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| I gets involved with the results in the score
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| Tight specialist, gold medalist, all pro
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| Motherfucker you know
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| Chevy on switches
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| Smokes weed in it
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| And I wouldn’t talk about it if nigga didn’t live it
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| If you need to see it you can come visit
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| If you don’t believe me then ask one of your bitches |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Specialist, artist - Curren$y. Album song Fire In The Clouds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп