| Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas
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| With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)
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| Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
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| Anti-freeze
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| Probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| I probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| I just did a southern city trip (Took a flight)
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| North London nigga in the 6
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| Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)
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| Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)
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| Niggas say you change once you get some change
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| Fuck you thought? |
| You want me to stay the same?
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| Where were you when I was stuck in the mud?
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| Ain’t nobody pick me up
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| Paranoia (Go)
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| I got secrets that I can’t even tell my lawyer (Go)
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| Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas
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| With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)
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| Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
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| Anti-freeze
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| Probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| I probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| Sour bitches, they love citrus
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| Head in your briefcase
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| Tell ‘em, «Mind your business»
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| I’m only here for profit
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| Fuck an image
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| I don’t give two shits
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| I swear, I swear
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| Bitch, I’m Michael Jackson with the moves, yeah
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| (Michael Jackson with the moves, ayy, ayy)
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| With the crew, yeah
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| (With the crew, with the crew)
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| Bitch, I been this way since school, yeah, yeah
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| (Bitch, I been this way since school)
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| That’s how I move, yeah
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| (That's how I move, ayy, ayy, how I move)
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| Paranoia (Whoa)
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| I got secrets that I can’t even tell my lawyer (Okay)
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| Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas (Overseas, ayy)
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| With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Came in with the fleas)
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| Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah
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| Anti-freeze (Anti-freeze)
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| Probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| I probably won’t change 'til I decease
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| Won’t change, won’t change
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| Won’t change, won’t change
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| Won’t change, won’t change
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| Won’t change, won’t change
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| Standard of these men straight
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| Look how they menstruate
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| Pussy niggas talkin', I don’t give a fuck what they say
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| Friends wanna bleed you dry 'til you runnin' on empty
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| I’m still on the m-way, don’t do me Kunta Kinte
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| They snatch up your foot off
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| Shoulda, woulda, coulda, but your flow’s not gooda
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| This that winter coat in the summertime, hood up
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| Still ain’t life sweet, like sugar
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| Still ain’t life sweet, like— |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mariachi Flow , by - Ebenezer. Song from the album Bad Romantic II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп