| Your Grace
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| Is that my flamethrower beside you? |
| (Why it is)
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| Please, sir, pass it this way
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| Can you hand me that pistol over there?
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| Please don’t get in my way
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| My Lord, my Lord (Yes)
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| Please hand me the bazooka (Why, thank you)
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| No blood on the couch, please
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| Please, no blood on the couch (Yes)
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| Sir, you got blood on the couch
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| Can you hand me that machine gun?
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| Sir, damn you, yeah
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| Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
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| Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
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| With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
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| Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
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| Father God in heaven above
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| I come to you as humbly as I know how
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| Off hella the drugs and I’m out of my mind
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| In the meantime, I’ma just smoke this loud
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| Put this shit on my tongue and this shit’ll dissolve
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| Get a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down
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| All my white friends call me talkin' proper now
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| I got the BET’s just so I’m hoppin' out (Yeah)
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| He without sin cast the first stone
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| Told my nigga with the gun he can run in your home
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| One dome shot, niggas’ll never look at him wrong again
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| Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick
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| In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch
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| Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister
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| Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done
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| Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I’m twisted
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| Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
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| (Whatever I said, I don’t know what I said, I don’t give a fuck, ah)
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| Guns and broads, we need to get a whole carload
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| (You gettin' this? You recording this?)
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| With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
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| (Are you getting this?)
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| Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
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| Yo, vulture just fall in the money
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| It’s calling, I’m callin' forever and ever to you
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| Taking the boxes of chocolate
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| I’ll send 'em out, ship 'em out, get 'em delivered to you
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| Baby, whatever, just come on, just hop in and get in the car and we go and get
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| boof
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| Stragglers is off and they fallin', whatever, just tell 'em to tell 'em better
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| not make a move
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| Hey, skrrt skrrt in a new thing
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| Throw the cash and she gettin' Raekwon like the Wu-Tang
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| I think I deserve me a Mulsanne
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| Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing
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| Just don’t fuck up the sheets, the airbnb, and fuck off the lease
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| Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind
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| I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let’s go
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| Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo
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| Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload
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| With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show
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| Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos
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| Nigga, it’s just how you count it
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| It just depend on how you count it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wells Fargo , by - Dreamville. Song from the album Revenge Of The Dreamers III: Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп