| I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
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| Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
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| Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
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| Please don’t run up on it unless you ready to die
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| I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
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| Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride (Is she ready? Is she ready?)
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| Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
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| Please don’t run up on it unless you ready to die
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| Poverty stricken, hot wings was kickin'
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| Grew up with God and grew up with nadda
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| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| So I married her too
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| Spiritual folks don’t eat good
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| Clearin' my throat as I bless the food
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| Almighty God, how the fuck you help these killers boss up?
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| Make they bread while our neighborhood filmin' Walkin' Dead
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| Bow our heads shit, we split a P between all us
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| We was in them church buildings, they was robbin' us silly
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| Came home, only thing they left us was the ceilings
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| Quick reminder, the finer things in life are the hideous inside
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| My nigga that’s a lie, that’s a mind fuck
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| That’s a brain rape
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| Sellin' waters for a dolla', hope my niggas don’t see us
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| Speak about it at the school, watch how quick I bust a lip
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| Red light, catch me outside 28's and up
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| I just wanna be that nigga that they look up to for once
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| I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
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| Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
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| Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
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| Please don’t run up on it unless you ready to die
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| I’m in a dope boy game, oh, in a dope boy lane, oh
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| Rockin' dope boy frames, oh, boy your dope don’t change
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| In a dope boy game, oh, in a dope boy lane, oh
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| Rockin' dope boy frames, oh, boy your dope don’t change
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| I only got five in the tank
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| Two slow leaks on the right side
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| Key scratches on the paint, stick shift on the fritz
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| I’m like fuck this whip, can’t bag no hoes like this
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| I’m on my Go Go Gadget, movin' through jungle traffic
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| I was a hoodrat magnet, I had to drop old habits
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| My cousin went to war at nineteen
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| He started a family whippin' that truck
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| He got attacked, we just glad he made it back
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| First thing that nigga did scooped that E-Class Benz
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| Turn a humble family function to another event
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| And we been neck and neck since we was kids, you know what that meant
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| After we signed to the 'ville, right to the auction I went
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| So what would you rather get nigga, a car or a crib?
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| Got released from them leases, never again payin' rent
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| We all suffer through struggle, you never know the extent
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| Catch me on Old Nat' and Godby, never forget where I been
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| I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
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| Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
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| Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
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| Please don’t run up on it unless you ready to die
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| I went out and bought the best car my money could buy
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| Asked yo baby mama if she ready to ride
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| Swervin' through the hood on the way to Dubai
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| Please don’t run up on it unless you ready to die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off the Lot , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Royalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп