| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yup, everything is properly arranged
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| Ran our strategy on the game (Ran our strategy on the game)
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| Yeah, pinky rings, diamond chains
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| Just a gang of players having things
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| Ten foreigns in the turning lane
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| Just a gang of players having things (Skrrt)
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| Everything was properly arranged
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| Ran our strategy on the game
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| Pinky rings, diamond chains
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| Just a gang of players— (Jet Life, nigga, yeah)
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| JLR stay workin', we swervin', Porsches on purpose
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| They seen my watch and got nervous, that’s barely scratchin' the surface
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| Tryna gauge what my worth is, I’ve been puttin' too much work in
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| Making cuts like a surgeon, runnin' these routes like Michael Irvin
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| My reputation is sterling and pristine because I earned it
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| OG shit, just how I learned it
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| Dirty burners by the furnace, they conceal 'em without permits
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| Feel you out and then they murk ya
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| I was in the studio servin' same time you was murdered
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| Caught you slippin' in the street, and them vultures purged ya
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| I lit a joint up when I heard it
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| The streets was the judge and the jury the news, delivered the verdict
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| Yeah
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| Pinky rings, diamond chains
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| Just a gang of players having things
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| Ten foreigns in the turning lane (Skrrt)
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| Just a gang of players having things
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| Everything was properly arranged
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| Yeah, we ran our strategy on the game
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| Pinky rings, diamond chains (Yeah, ayy)
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| Just a gang of players having things, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ha)
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| Let me talk to 'em, big bro
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| Look (Ayy), just blew a couple racks up in Saks (Word)
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| I ain’t even trippin', I’ma get it back (For real)
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| And it’s nothin' but real niggas where I’m at (Yeah)
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| To the top with my brothers, we boomin' (Woah)
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| Put a extended clip in my Uzi (Fuck, woah)
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| If you follow my path, then you gon' make this cash
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| If it come out my mouth, then I prove it (Run it up)
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| Ayy, I been tryna chill and stay out the way
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| Go and buy my mama a bigger place (Yeah)
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| I told my pops, «Everything is straight»
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| You’re comin' home to a hundred K (Word)
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| I’m not your ordinary young nigga (Young nigga)
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| .41 on my arm, nigga (On my arm, nigga)
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| Smoke another pound, got me so high (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I can’t even much walk, nigga (Oh)
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| Make my youngin' come and take everything you bought, nigga
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| Runnin' shit like Darren Foster, nigga (Gone)
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| Put your bitch pussy up in the coffin, nigga (Ooh, ooh)
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| Yeah, ooh, ha, look
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| Runnin' shit like Darren Foster, nigga
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| Put your bitch pussy up in the coffin, nigga
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| Pinky rings, diamond chains
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| Just a gang of players having things
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| Ten foreigns in the turning lane
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| Just a gang of players having things
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| Everything was properly arranged
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| Yeah, we ran our strategy on the game
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| Pinky rings, diamond chains
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| Just a gang of players having things, yeah
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| I got Daytons and Daytonas
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| Gold yellow like Corona (Yeah)
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| Overnight, wasn’t a come up (Nope)
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| I could tell ya 'bout the long run (I could tell ya)
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| I could tell ya where your style from (All about it)
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| They all know when the law come
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| My own lane, no pile-ups
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| Stacked so much, it’s piled up (Piled up)
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| Diamonds froze off champagne
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| Cold day with my campaign
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| Yeah, a nigga been gettin' it (Gettin' it)
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| TY done knew I been drug dealin'
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| OT on the plug mission (Yeah)
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| Big peach with the mud in it (Yeah)
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| Stripper ho show love, nigga (Bet)
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| Driveway, hella cars in it
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| Makin' moves, need a boat (Need a boat)
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| Nigga on my line, need a bow (Need a bow)
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| I gift-wrapped it with a bow (With a bow)
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| Shit, I’m the nigga you should know (You should know)
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| All my niggas on go (On go)
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| I spent cars on smoke (On smoke)
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| I sit cars on fours (On fours)
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| Nigga, out of cans, I sip fours |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Arrangement , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Back at Burnie’s, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп