| Heaven, crib big, it’s like a church
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big it’s like a church
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| My first ride in a Phantom was with my homie Lil Wayne
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| Now I got one myself and I’m ridin' in my own lane
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| Me and my brother got labels and got 'em both on my chain
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| Jet Life, nigga, Taylor Gang, yeah, it’s all the same
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| Then I flew out to Memphis with a pound and some champagne
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| I poured it with Dolph, then flew home to my vault
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| Smoking one in celebration, Fendi P just bought a Porsche
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| Spitta never fallin' off, he’ll forever be a boss
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| And I never switched the sauce, been myself from square one
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| Rep the 'jects, that I done, that Corvette ZR1
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| I’m not there, I’m on the run, gettin' checks, more to come
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| Both my pinkies, both my wrists lit up like I’m on the sun, wait
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| Fresh to death, I should’ve pulled up in a fuckin' hearse
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| Rap game, dope game, yeah, it’s all work
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| Rap game, dope game, tell me, what’s worse?
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| I just motivate all the hustlers, especially the dealers (Yeah)
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| All my bitches my bitches and all my niggas my niggas
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| Yeah, I’m all 'bout my figures (Yup), I ran all out of feelings (Yup)
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| Rollin' weed up while I’m counting, my lil' bitch think that I’m brilliant, ayy
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| Rollin' out the pound (Pound), pour it 'til it’s dirty (Raw)
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| Eatin' pancakes, drinking champagne, it’s just 12:30 (Damn)
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| All this ice around my neck, it got your girl flirting (Woah)
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| I’m a legend where I’m from, nigga, like Pee Wee Kirkland (Ayy)
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| You a pussy where you from, nigga, like Pee-wee Herman (Damn)
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| Seven gram blunt, half OG, half sherbet (Woo)
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| Five chains, two rings, and my Rollie on (Ayy, ayy)
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| They say he on that mob shit, I feel like Al Capone
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| I’m going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
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| Fresh to death, I should’ve pulled up in a fuckin' hearse
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| Rap game, dope game, yeah, it’s all work
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| Rap game, dope game, tell me, what’s worse? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Work , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Back at Burnie’s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп