| Damn nigga
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| You know I pull up, what the fuck is that?
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| You know when the doors don’t go up
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| They just swing to the side a little bit
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| J hop up on top, fuck these bitches man, shit’s crazy
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| Fargo…
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| New Givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope
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| Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
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| I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0
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| I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
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| My whip color looks like Rihanna
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| And all my bitches like designer
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| We flip Diego like Quintana
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| That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope
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| I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning
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| Throw on my rollie
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| Check my phone, I got a call from my homie
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| He need that OG
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| Gangsta D, I run a mob like I’m Tony
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| I sell that codeine
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| Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
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| Them my lil woahdies
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| Trap my dope spot my OG used to call me
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| Bag up that doggie
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| She can’t fuck I drop that bitch on the corner
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| Yeah bitch I’m balling
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| Police hit your shit then bitch you don’t know me
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| No we ain’t homies
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| Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
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| Them my lil woahdies, yeah
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| New Givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope
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| Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
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| I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0
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| I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
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| My whip color looks like Rihanna
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| And all my bitches like designer
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| We flip Diego like Quintana
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| That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope
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| Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
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| Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
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| Chopper on my left I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
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| Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
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| Just put all my bitches off in a foreign
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| Them my lil woahdies
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| I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me
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| The bitch my roadie
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| Police hit my shit the charges baloney
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| Bailed out that morning
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| Gangsta D, I run the mob like I’m Tony
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| Now sell that Tony
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| Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo
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| I sell the nino
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| Straight casino bitch I’m the Tarantino
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| Chop up an ingle
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| I wake up and whip that dope in the morning
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| Put on my rollie
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| Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s
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| Them my lil woahdies
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| New Davinci coding like we’re selling dope
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| Sister pimping I don’t sell them hoes
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| I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0
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| I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
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| My whip color looks like Rihanna
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| And all my bitches like designer
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| We flip Diego like Quintana
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| That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope
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| Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket
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| Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
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| Chopper on my left I’m blowing gas hit a Texaco
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| Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
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| Take a trip to Mexico
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| Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
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| Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
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| About to take a trip to Mexico
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| To Mexico
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| Think they give a fuck what you’re thinking
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| Fuck themselves
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| I’m god and bitch you’re not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mexico , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп