| Fly like United
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| Team Early pilot
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| Wastin' your money, all you seein' is your eyelids
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| We put drama to bed, early to rise, it’s
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| Bearded Leonidas, your highness
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| Kill rats with semi-automatics, kill bitches with kindness
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| Went from an ill-minded
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| Blastin', leave folks mindless, spineless
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| Niggas try to set me up, stick me for my work
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| Try to creep up from behind us
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| No way is them pricks gon' get me
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| Strapped up, came on that money train like Wesley
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| Act up, and get put on ice like Gretzky
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| I’m the leader of the new generation like Pepsi
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| Pop off and make y’all niggas do the Running Man
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| That’s for all y’all that think this shit fun and games
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| I can supply you and your other man
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| I’m the money man, y’all niggas know my name
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| I was here when the money came
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| I arrived on the money train
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| Me and you, we are not the same
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| All my life I’ve been movin' tons of 'cane
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| I let it go, go
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| Let it go, go
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| Let it go, go
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| Get it in and let it go
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| I let it go, go
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| Let it go, go
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| Let it go, go
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| Get it in and let it go
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| Gillie, I ain’t never had a 9−5
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| I’m on the block puttin' in work, I came Elijahwan
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| And every time is right on time
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| I swear my youngin’ll shoot that bitch up like it’s Columbine
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| It ain’t no secret, homie — I ain’t a saint
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| I’m on the freeway in a Dooly, work by the gas tank
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| Tryin' to get it back to Philly, I can make a quarter-mili
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| Plus I get it for a bargain, and I know some niggas starvin'
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| I’m all up in that lemon Porsche
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| Off of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
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| They never would’ve thought, this nigga years ago
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| Who was there, pop had the city in a headlock
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| These niggas dead weight
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| The whole, no stop, drop twenty on a wrist watch, nigga no rocks
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| New Panerai — I chop bricks, no samurai
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| I stay duckin' the fed cameras
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| Ain’t I with the playin' and that jokin', no
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| So you can keep that bullshit, joker, no
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| We get 'em in and then we let 'em go
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| So if you need that work, then nigga let us know
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| Raisin' the bar, the picks, Razor Ramon
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| Rolex, diamonds, we on, soul glowin' like Tron
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| Haters use so many bricks for buildings, I go King Kong
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| With that white girl in my hand, like T-shirts we bare arms
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| Early, money train, you ain’t got a ticket
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| Talk about a king from Harlem, only time you gotta witness
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| Come around here — you is not gettin' it
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| If I believed in luck, then lottery I’d be hittin' it
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| Thoughts never limited, professional penmanship
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| I’m in season, y’all still scrimmagin'
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| All I know is the hustle, what are you imagin'?
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| We talkin' birds more stirred than the Wimbledon
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| I let it go, go, go — go
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| I really kick it out of Philly, call it Eric Snow
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| Return of the Last Dragon, Bruce Lee with blow
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| They want me to fall, Niagara, but the water still flow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Go , by - Freeway. Song from the album Black Santa EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп