| Broward County Fingalata, you already know man
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| Ya man, aye aye aye
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| Six top (sling!)
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| More carrots than a wrist watch
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| Make your place the buzzer, be the tick tock
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| Shit tall, had my niggas get yo shit rock
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| Stick tall, got bananas and them shits locked
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| And they loaded (pop pop)
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| I been real focus
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| Money been the motivate
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| Stop until the shit popped (pop pop)
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| You ain’t getting down nigga, rocks
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| Fact, young fat nigga with the big Glock
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| Gold in my mouth, throw a lemonade
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| Me push and wiggle like mayonnaise
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| I’m the one ahead like Chris Rock
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| Got it down and packed when the strip hot
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| You other rappers claim you got it
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| I don’t know but when you grass it
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| You make the kids bop
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| The money come, the money go
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door (I'm out the door)
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| The money come, the money go
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door (oh no)
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| The money come, the money go (oh no)
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door
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| The money come, the money go (oh no)
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door (aye)
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| Tell me what you know about that
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| No in, no out, its a one way trap
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| Tell me what you know about that
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| Weighting out grams in the back, counting bags (oh no)
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| Tell me what you know about that
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| Big dough, high boss, skirt off, drive fast
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| Fuck boy, touch my pack, that’s yo ass
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| Went 120 on the dash, I’m an asshole (I'm an asshole)
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| Getting kinda bent, getting fast though (going fast though)
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| To be honest, fuck a bitch with the cash flow
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| Back then they ain’t even really want a nigga
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| Now I’m hot, all the hoes coming back
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| It’s about time that I kill em
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| When its crunch time, no sit back in em
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| Chick’s ass tryna go bananas like a gorilla
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| Tell my momma that we made it
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| I’mma be the greatest, fuck how they feeling
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| I’mma go touch me a hunnid thousand
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| I’m on my way to go to hit a milli
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| I wanna own my own private island
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| Feel like hovahin' them, I know I’mma make it
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| You been tryna my soul, if you say I’m lucky
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| Got a heart of gold, like what’s all up in my dome
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| Got the six to the top, you gunna see my money
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| 10, K (oh no)
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| They bugging, they dead
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| I’m getting, to the money
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| Stack paper, count bread
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| 10, K (oh no)
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| They bugging, they dead
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| I’m getting, to the money
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| Stack paper, count bread
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| 10, K (oh no)
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| They bugging, they dead
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| I’m getting, to the money
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| Stack paper, count bread
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| The money come, the money go
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)
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| The money come, the money go (money go)
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)
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| The money come, the money go (money go)
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no)
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| The money come, the money go (money go)
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| I got my bread, now I’m out the door, (oh no) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broward County Fingalata , by - flyboy tarantino. Song from the album Sorry 4 The Wait, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп