| Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
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| There we go
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| Ha ha ha
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| (Renegade)
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| Ha ha ha
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| Residue still on my hand
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| It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
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| Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
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| You can’t imagine the trenches
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| What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?
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| Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
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| What you know about not having a penny?
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| Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
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| Phone off, it was quiet for me
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| Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
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| I woke up this morning with a lot of money
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| I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
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| On my mama, your honor
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| I’m not gonna speak on a soul
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| They told me you reap what you sow
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| my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
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| I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to
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| smoke
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| My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning
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| of broke
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| I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin' like she
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| seen a ghost
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| Diamonds is cold like goin' outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
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| I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
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| When the album dropping? |
| All they wanna know
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| Two thousand for this Moncler coat
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| Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
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| That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
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| Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
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| But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
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| Residue still on my hand
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| It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
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| Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
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| You can’t imagine the trenches
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| What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?
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| Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
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| What you know about not having a penny?
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| Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
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| Ice hash in the bong
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| Take dabs til' I’m gone
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| In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
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| Keep a low temp nail, 'cause it’s all about taste
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| I just did three mil', did it all in one day
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| Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
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| New car so I’m gonna leave him
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| Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
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| They don’t go off like Khalifa man
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| 2nd grade had two girlfriends
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| 5th grade I was in Japan
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| Now I can never go broke again
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| I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
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| If the weed good roll it then
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| Quick to turn a hater to a fan
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| Quick to get another million
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| Quick to spend it all with my fam
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| Quick to tell a nigga who I am
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| Quick to get my niggas out a jam
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| I’m a roll one
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| Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
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| You better grow some
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| I remember people lying to me
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| Now I force em' all to stand in line
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| How he got a but he flyin'
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| My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
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| Phone off it was quiet for me
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| Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
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| I woke up this morning with a lot of money
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| I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
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| On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
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| Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
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| It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
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| I’m picking up bags when I leave town
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| A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
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| A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
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| Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
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| Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
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| I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
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| I heard you talk to a lot of feds
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| Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
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| Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
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| Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
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| Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
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| Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
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| I fucked the re-up on LeBron
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| We ain’t lookin' for jobs livin' like the mob
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| Hot temper keepin' it calm
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| See I used to sleep in the slums
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| Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
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| Residue still on my hand
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| It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
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| Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
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| You can’t imagine the trenches
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| What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?
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| Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
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| What you know about not having a penny?
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| Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
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| Phone off it was quiet for me
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| Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
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| I woke up this morning with a lot of money
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| I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
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| On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
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| Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
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| It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
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| I’m picking up bags when I leave town
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| A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
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| A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
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| Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
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| Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
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| Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
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| Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
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| Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
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| Residue still on my hand
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| It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
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| Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
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| You can’t imagine the trenches
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| What you know about trappin' and pitchin'?
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| Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
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| What you know about not having a penny?
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| Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
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| Bag that up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phone Jumpin , by - Dave East. Song from the album Paranoia: A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп