| Yeah, nigga
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| Ho, ho, Mob, nigga
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| Tellin' you (1017)
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| The Mayor, nigga, trouble (Glacier)
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| 1017 (Glacier), So Icy (Glacier)
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| I can’t speak on, I can’t speak on that shit, can’t fuck with them Patrick-ass
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| niggas
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| I’m on the block with this shit, in the trap, nigga
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| Huh? |
| Huh? |
| Ho, ho
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| I don’t know shit about a murder, I can’t speak on (I can’t speak on)
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| I fill that Backwood up with VLONE, sound like speakerphone (Zaza)
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| I fucked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, «You dead wrong"(Goddamn)
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| I pull off in that AMG, ain’t black, it’s two-tone (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| They tried to cross me out, I tell 'em I can’t get crossed (Triple cross)
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| I’m rich as hell, my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks (Ham hocks)
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| Yeah, it’s the Mayor and the Mob and we don’t take losses (It's the Mob)
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| He talk that shit, but I make one call, get that pussy nigga off (Off)
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| It’s the boss
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| Make one false move, I’ma get that nigga crossed
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| Money talk
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| And guess what? |
| I got a hundred in my mouth
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| Boy, your snout
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| I smoke big Backwoods of zaza every hour
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| Not the same
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| Boy, you broke as hell, your mama is to blame
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| Ain’t raise you right
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| Mama Mayor raised me to grow up with stripes
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| I kept a pipe
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| 'Cause I seen a nigga get killed on my bike
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| It changed my life
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| Promised myself I wouldn’t let them take my life
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| So I move right
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| Kickin' doors every mornin', trap at night
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| Give you a lesson
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| 'Bout this street shit, I’m a motherfuckin' veteran
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| I got respect
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| Ain’t nobody more hood than my nigga TEC
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| Was movin' bad
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| Country nigga, serve a city boy with swag
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| Now that’s his ass
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| If he want smoke, say how hell he do the dash?
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| Ice is cold
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| Fifteen on my wrist, eighteen in my earlobe
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| We got the globe (Mob)
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| 1017, we up, bankroll hood, it can’t fold
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| Wipe his nose (Glacier)
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| Bitch got mad because his slutty-ass bitch chose
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| I did her cold
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| Made her suck me with my ice on, she was cold
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| I don’t know shit about a murder, I can’t speak on (I can’t speak on)
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| I fill that Backwood up with VLONE, sound like speakerphone (Zaza)
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| I fucked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, «You dead wrong"(Goddamn)
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| I pull off in that AMG, ain’t black, it’s two-tone (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| They tried to cross me out, I tell 'em I can’t get crossed (Triple cross)
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| I’m rich as hell, my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks (Really ham)
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| Yeah, it’s the Mayor and the Mob and we don’t take losses (It's the Mob)
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| He talk that shit, but I make one call, get that pussy nigga off (Off)
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| Ayy, Foogi, you ain’t got to make no calls to get them pussies whacked
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| Just catch him comin' out his sneaky link and stretch him with this MAC
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| Two hundred shots up in this Optima, one-fifty in this MAC
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| The chopper kick, got .308s, no .556s in my mag
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| Got bitches pullin' out my dick, I went and got my bands up
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| Could be the pilot on the plane and your ass still wouldn’t pass us
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| We blessed his block up with a carbon, go and pick your mans up
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| They done got a criminal rich, now it’s shots out the Lam' truck
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| I do too much, my pockets stuffed, done got my rubber bands stuck
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| Done poured a ten up in a Faygo, this might be my last cup
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| When you go on that mission, boy, make sure you mask up
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| I started my own gang, I’m into it with the task force
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| I don’t know shit about a murder, I can’t speak on (I can’t speak on)
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| I fill that Backwood up with VLONE, sound like speakerphone (Zaza)
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| I fucked that ho, then blocked her phone, she say, «You dead wrong"(Goddamn)
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| I pull off in that AMG, ain’t black, it’s two-tone (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| They tried to cross me out, I tell 'em I can’t get crossed (Triple cross)
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| I’m rich as hell, my pockets fat as hell like ham hocks (Ham hocks)
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| Yeah, it’s the Mayor and the Mob and we don’t take losses (It's the Mob)
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| He talk that shit, but I make one call, get that pussy nigga off (Off) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lesson , by - Foogiano. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп