| Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals
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| Charge a bitch like incidentals
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| Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils
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| When it come to getting paper, I’m low-key instrumental
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| You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental
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| Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel
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| Hustle hard, never gentle
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| My life is a movie, it’s action-filled, it’s suspenseful
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| Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse
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| Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes
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| Can’t spend my cop money, gotta cop
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| Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped
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| Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs
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| We don’t play for give, bitch, we play for keeps
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| When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I’m a beast
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| Bring it to your door like Uber Eats
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel
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| Took her to the strip club, dropped her off
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| Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft
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| Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull
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| Like it in her gut with her hair pulled
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| B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed
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| Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf
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| 140 acres, all trees
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| Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these
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| I don’t think they know, I’m the one to count
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| Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out
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| Pack turned down, called to psyche me out
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| Trips out of town then they wipe me out
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| Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law
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| G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra
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| Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw
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| She wake me in the morning, she be old flow
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel
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| Block jumpin' like a trampoline
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| Nigga gotta move mean
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| They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme
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| They strung out on that crystal and promethazine
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| Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech
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| Put a contract on my head, it’s gon' get breeched
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| Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around
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| I know all the ones on your soil that’s really getting down
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| Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster
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| Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster
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| Then it’s retreat up out the streets
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| Different city every week, all bunch of suites
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| And beware of the paper trail
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| Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell
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| Have you shut down in a cell
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| Hoping you’ll snitch, won’t even tell
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel
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| I know how the streets work
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| Residue on my T-shirt
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| Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled
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| I’m sitting up counting this paper, paper
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| I’m getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carpal Tunnel , by - E-40. Song from the album Connected and Respected, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп