| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, gold crown
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| Top down as I cruise with a bad ho
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| Yeah, I-9, from Chicago
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| I got the weed and the pussy but the money on my mind though
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| I got a line on the five pack
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| A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?
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| She pop that pussy and rewind that
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| And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap
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| Freddie Kane, young Corleone
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| Hoppin' out the van with the bows of the strong
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| Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record
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| Hit my Lord wit' the pack when a nigga came home
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| Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it’s all the same
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| Druggin' and still thuggin', it’s all a game
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| Real nigga 'bout to cash out
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| I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot
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| Fuck the top, cop the drop
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| And these hoes be on my jock, for my hot, car and watch
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| But this pimpin' never stop, tired or not, what you thought?
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| And this paper turn 'em out, what she 'bout? |
| Ain’t no doubt
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| Thank God I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| Pesos, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| Thank God I got a, and I don’t mean to be so careless, baby
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| One thing on my mind, it’s the way I came up
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| So don’t catch no feelings
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| Girl, you playin' with the motherfuckin' realest
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| I’ma tell that ass one more time, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| Thank God I got a
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| Yeah, gold crown
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| Top down as I cruise with a bad ho
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| Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast
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| And I done been around the world, but in Cali, they blow the best dope
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| Bitches and palm trees, I’m on when I came here
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| Plug was up north, I pushed to the yay then
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| Shout out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in
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| Feedin' my thugs, I’m pullin' dubs in the state pen
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| Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano
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| Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana
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| Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don’t want no banter
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| I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers
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| Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it’s all the same
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| Druggin' and still thuggin', it’s all a game
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| Full clip on the K thang
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| I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don’t get popped
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| Fuck the cops, bodies drop
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| And these feds be on my block, round the clock, stop and watch
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| But this thuggin' never stop, get that rock, what you thought?
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| And these haters talk a lot, ain’t gon' pop a hundred shots
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| Thank God I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| Pesos, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| Thank God I got a, and I don’t mean to be so careless, baby
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| One thing on my mind, it’s the way I came up
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| So don’t catch no feelings
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| Girl, you playin' with the motherfuckin' realest
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| I’ma tell that ass one more time, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
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| Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
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| Thank God I got a |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pronto , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп