| I used to sell dimes on the third floor
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| Now I got bricks by the boat load
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| I used to sell work by the corner store
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| Now I can buy that damn corner store
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| Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit
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| Now I got crack like it’s '86
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| And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch
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| If you want war we can go to war
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| Thirty shots or better in my handgun
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| Nigga we play for keeps, we don’t shoot for fun
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| Them bullets hot like the sun, you better run
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| Hit you with this forty and shoot you with this tommy gun
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| The world is mine, I’m looking like Tony son
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| Fuck a bad bitch, I need a couple of 'em
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| El Chapo with the work, I’m mister double up
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| Vatos hit me up, he need a hundred of 'em
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| You know me shit, I tried to fucking smuggle 'em
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| I got couple guns with a hundred drums
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| So when a nigga ain’t done, this ain’t one of 'em
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| A couple thou' sitting in my shoe box
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| And I’m so thug life, call me 2Pac
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| A nigga robbed you and you ain’t do nothing
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| I used to sell dimes on the third floor
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| Now I got bricks by the boat load
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| I used to sell work by the corner store
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| Now I can buy that damn corner store
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| Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit
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| Now I got crack like it’s '86
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| And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch
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| If you want war we can go to war
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| Trappin' out the bando since a fucking youngin'
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| Ran into lil' Fredo, had to fuck with youngin'
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| Serving O.J. |
| Mayo, 80' crack one hundred
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| Quick to make that cake, ol' fuck nigga ain’t my mama
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| Fuck Twelve, pussy nigga, talking to your honor
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| A young nigga been out the porch fucking with drugs, serving President Obama
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| All of my pockets are filled up with dope, the bird, that’s still in the bunker
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| Don’t need your favor, I juug every summer
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| Start I used to trap in now I own it
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| Rolling pharmacy on four or five commas
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| I got the bands of O.G. |
| marijuana
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| They asking about me all in Tijuana
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| I ate a baby who gone keep it one hunna'
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| You think I’m Chiraq when you play with my money
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| I smoke a pack, you say you be coming
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| I’m back to back and?
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| ? |
| young nigga drumming that used ?? |
| get you gunning
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| Talk to 'em Fredo
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| I used to sell dimes on the third floor
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| Now I got bricks by the boat load
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| I used to sell work by the corner store
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| Now I can buy that damn corner store
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| Niggas used to front me fucking packs of shit
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| Now I got crack like it’s '86
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| And I ain’t just jumped off the fucking porch
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| If you want war we can go to war |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Third Floor , by - Fredo Santana. Song from the album Trappin' Ain't Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп