| 560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
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| Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well
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| Big paper on the low like a coke sale
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| 560 SL, heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well
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| Skyline, condo high rise
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| Roof top pool, let them birds swang dive
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| Disrespect the apple of your eye
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| Thinking she was a prize
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| She a pie and everybody gets a slice
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| Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
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| And they ain’t even know it was us
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| Surprised by the time they realize you was getting with the deal
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| Fuckin' with the motherfukers, homie this is real
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| Michael, camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live
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| It’s just rap but it’s looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps
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| Tell 'em throw that salt back on the spice rack
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| Bosses take and give careers back
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| Orphans looking for their real dads
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| Oh how many rap sons I have
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| Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas
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| 560 SL, $ 70, pump one at the shell
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| Who else could it possible be?
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| Done so well you know it had to be me
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| Capital G, tee tops on the grand national
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| At the business conference via satellite
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| Couldn’t make it in cause I had a wild night
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| Fill me in on what I’m missing, get them checks right
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| The streets gon' love with what I do with mine on site
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| Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut
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| Ballin' out, holding that smoke in
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| As the world go round, prices go up
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| As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds
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| That’s why I never play my new shit round them clowns
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| King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here
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| Don’t know what you talking bout right now
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| We sittin' in this
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| I’m finished answering question on personal shit
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| I’m tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit
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| Been too many places where they act like we ain’t supposed to be there
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| They don’t respect us, still we start cursing and shit
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| I might need a hearse for my 5th
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| My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit
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| I might need a nurse I’m that sick
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| I might need a girl who don’t care about purses and shit
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| I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect
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| Can’t achieve less you workin'
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| I done came a long way, came a long way
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| These boys ain’t never seen it, I heard it
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| That’s why they show me love and respect when they see me in person
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| Show you how to be a boss insteaf of being a burden
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| Spread love, that’s the player way
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| Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up
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| Thought I told you I’ma shine fool
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| Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the
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| Get my |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The 560 SL , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Pilot Talk: Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп