| I’ma keep my gun every time I ride
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| These fuck niggas know that they can’t come around me
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| I’m countin' up a bag, thinkin' ‘bout my dad
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| Like damn, nigga, I can’t wait ‘til you get back
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| Real nigga, point-blank-period
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| Snake in the grass, nigga, I can feel your energy
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| Dig your own grave, then I feel it with your family
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| Never lookin' back on nothin', I just let it rest in peace
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| Niggas rattin' just to get they time cut
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| Ain’t even know that this gon' be your last summer
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| That bitch you thought you loved ain’t who you thought she was
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| She gave that pussy up and got her cookie took
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| I keep that .9 when I’m in these streets
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| Keep grinnin', shit, if you want that beef
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| If you cop like twelve, I’ma throw you like three
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| I’m just tryna make a way for all us to eat
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| Can’t keep up when I talk that talk
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| Only gon' understand if you from where I’m from
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| We could start a band with all these drums
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| I was like ten, when I fell in love with guns
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| Won’t even make it to see better days
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| You burnin' all your bridges, now you drownin' from the wave
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| But that’s what happen when you makin' shit complicated
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| Keepin' my cool, that shit so complicated
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| Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare
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| Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear
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| With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds
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| I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs
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| You could check the watch, you could check the band
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| I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram
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| Who gon' get this money? |
| We gon' get this money
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| Who gon' get this money? |
| We gon' get this money
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| I parked that G-Wag on the block
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| My shit ready to blow, I hope
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| If I catch you slippin', I’ma bust your ass
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| Let it die down for a minute, then we back at it
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| Lookin' like I went on a heist
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| You should know a nigga cool, you could tell by the ice
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| When that smoke come out my nose, it be boostin' my high
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| They be tryna steal a swag, and it be makin' me hot
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| So, I roll up another one
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| Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money
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| And I be loaded than a mufucka
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| Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money
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| So, I roll up another one
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| Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money
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| And I be loaded than a mufucka
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| Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money
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| Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare
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| Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear
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| With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds
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| I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs
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| You could check the watch, you could check the band
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| I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram
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| Who gon' get this money? |
| We gon' get this money
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| Who gon' get this money? |
| We gon' get this money |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jamaican Rum, artist - Curren$y. Album song Welcome to Jet Life Recordings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп