| Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad
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| Looking like the God damn police? |
| I ain’t gone serve your ass
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| Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash
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| Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? |
| Shit I’mma pop his ass
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane
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| God damn, I love smokin' Mary Jane
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| In the trap house whippin' cocaine
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| I love all my bitches ain’t got no man
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| I turn your T-Shirt red boy
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| I put them killers on your head boy
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| One phone call and you dead boy
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| Shit, I put that on my dead boy
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| Money talk and I talk that
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| I look like money when I walk past
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| War time, let’s spark fire
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| You don’t wanna cross paths
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| Cross me then folks dyin
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| Real street nigga, no cosign
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| Got a bad bitch on my Facetime
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| Talkin' 'bout givin' me face time
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| Smokin' on this Kush weed
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| And I got this shit from Cali
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| Totin' on this 30
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| Don’t need no suckers around me
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| Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad
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| Looking like the God damn police? |
| I ain’t gone serve your ass
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| Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash
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| Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? |
| Shit I’mma pop his ass
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| I’m trappin', what’s good, big bank rolls my money out
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| All my trap spots hot as fuck but Marley just don’t give a fuck
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| Double up, break it down, bag it up
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| Trunk loads, I be crammin' 'em
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| In my trunk, grams in 'em
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| And Nike bags with cash in 'em
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| And since I’m Gino Marley off my name, I be taxin' 'em
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| High speeds chasin' down the E-Way I just laugh at 'em
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| All my pockets, cash in 'em
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| And all my thots, ass on 'em
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| Talkin' work nigga? |
| Then you know I spend my last on 'em
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| Or tie em' up nigga, then you know I’m takin' stabs from him
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| Gotta get your money up or get the fuck away from us
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| And if we ain’t grow up with you nigga, ain’t no shakin' up
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| I been a hood nigga, guess that’s just the way they raise me up
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| Young trap nigga, from sun down till it’s comin' up
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| Double up, double up, double up
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| Turn one to a couple 'em
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| Double up, double up, double up
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| Finnessin' shit, my money up
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| Smokin' so much God damn weed cause my nerves bad
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| Looking like the God damn police? |
| I ain’t gone serve your ass
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| Sippin' on the double cup, yeah, that purple splash
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| Nigga thinkin' boxin' me? |
| Shit I’mma pop his ass
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up
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| Finessin', jugg, double up, get my money up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double Up, artist - Fredo Santana. Album song Walking Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп