| Sugawolf
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| Representin' Y.B.D
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| Throwin' up my three C’s
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| Sidin' wit my folks
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| And that’s what we do
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| I rise through the town
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| Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb
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| Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (And that’s what we do)
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| I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do)
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| Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do)
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| Young nigga make them G’s (Bitch)
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| Keep your game tight
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| Now, I be 100% pure hog
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| Stuck in doja fog
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| It’s your boy D U B, known for servin' all of y’all
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| Playa doses, keep my brain stuck in playa focus
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| Fasho, it’s pimpin' up in my blood and you know this
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| Man, say what’s yo plan, foo, we stack G’s
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| Clown mutts and fleas, hounds from three C’s
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| Now, what’s them three C’s?
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| Country Club boy
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| Crest and oh yes, with this game I destroy
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| Mack squad pimpin'
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| Madness mackin' flossin'
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| Haters, they be trippin'
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| Just 'cause we be tossin'
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| Baby mamas, wives, hoochies hookin' in the cliques
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| Man, we pass 'em through the crew
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| I thought you knew, trick
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| So, take it what’s it’s worth
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| And holla if you feel
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| We spittin' and hittin' them dashes
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| I mash Vogues still
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| Fasho doe, pimperistic niggas in the fo' door
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| Putin' a dent up through the town
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| Makin' that bitch yell «oh ho»
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| I rise through the town (Through the town)
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| Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Smokin' bomb)
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| Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem)
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| I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do)
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| Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do)
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| Young nigga make them G’s (And that’s what we do, bitch)
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| Keep your game tight
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| Now, if I was a trick, I’d be frustrated
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| But I since I holla pimp, I just BPH’d it
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| 'Cause daily they be tryna' salt me faulty
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| Hooker, hoes and tricks need to back up off me
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| 'Cause they all be gameless, brainless you see
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| Now, how they mackin' B’s when they speak on these G’s
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| Who pimp and pose, catch hoes and D, fasho
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| We tip up on our toes, spit flows, so now you know, so
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| Just recognize, make note, head down the memo to this instrumental
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| I come dumb off my Heem and indo
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| And light it up, pimp schemes for a trick
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| 'Cause in Cali, they rally 'round the G’s and the dick
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| So, like a fro, we pick through and flick through these groupies
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| Thinkin' that they fetti but they soupie
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| They askin' who be the nigga with the pony
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| Tell 'bout his mail, shakin' hookers 'cause they phony
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| I rise through the town (Through the town)
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| Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Bomb)
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| Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem)
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| I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do)
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| Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do)
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| Young nigga make them G’s (Yeah bitch)
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| Keep your game tight
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| Now, gaze into the eyes of a playa', forreal
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| Reputable type of playa', hoggin' doggin' for scrill
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| Holla if you feel, we stick to the script
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| Floss the town, hound like a mothafuckin' pimp
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| I be Sugawolf pimp, perm straight bangin'
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| «Girl, he ain’t shit», what them hoes keep sangin'
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| Chasin' dangalang ass twisted brain bitch
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| I clown, you know fasho, that’s Crest Side shit
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| So, don’t trip, this pimpin' it be in me, no envy
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| Baby, why you speakin' and yo' track record dingy
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| Stingy with yo' grit, now you know you low budget
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| Get up out my grill, bitch, mob that bucket
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| I be chasin' scrilla, purp, poppin' P’s
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| Game tight more than, I’ma bump me a beez'
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| Stayin' reputable, had to check that ho
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| Like fasho, as I skitty-skirt, get gone
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| I rise through the town (Through the town)
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| Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Bomb)
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| Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem)
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| I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do)
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| Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do)
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| Young nigga make them G’s (Yeah bitch)
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| Keep your game tight
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| I rise through the town (I bails with the hog men)
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| Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Playboy tactics)
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| Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem)
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| I mobs through the town (You better ask somebody)
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| Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball
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| Young nigga make them G’s (And that’s what we do)
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| Keep your game tight
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger |
| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Young nigga make them G’s
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| Came back, had to make it bigger
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| Bigger
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| Bigger
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| Now, I wheels with the hog men
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| Madness mackin' pimpin', hoggin' and doggin'
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| Playboy tactics, bubblin' and ballin'
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| One of the sharpest mothafuckas you done saw in
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| This here game, potent pimpin' buisness stone in
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| Me fasho, so your boy, he be hoggin'
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| With that A1 wicked game, never crawlin'
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| Known for tippin' on my toes, never crawlin'
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| You know what’s happenin', nigga, fuck walkin'
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| Handcuffed, huved up, blazed, gettin' bossed in
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| This playa game, foo, your brain must be lost in
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| The loves on, foo, you gone on the toss in
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| But never me, boy, we pimp, destroy, nigga
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| I mack, crack, take hoes
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| Sugawolf don’t save hoes, I got her up stables
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| They askin' who be the nigga with pony
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| Tell 'bout his mail, shakin' hookers 'cause they phony
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| I rise through the town
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| (That's what we do) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's What We Do , by - Dubee. Song from the album A.K.A Sugarwolf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп