| Hard up, thinking bout the best move next
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| Light fuck jet blue, I need a blue jet
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| Never underestimate the underdog green
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| (Damn sir, where’d you find this?)
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| Best thing came about to your feast
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| Came up, what a hell of a man
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| 4−4, long nose, call me elephant man
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| Drag the niggas from the bottom to the bottom, homie I could tell
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| From crabs in the bucket to the last to tell
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| Back in my little room shack, work flipping the back
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| Nigga trippin' the set, I gotta lick here
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| 9 inch show by the brick hell
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| Like fuck good day, this a good year
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| Every day get paid, straight hustle
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| Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Triple double, triple double, triple double
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Get me on the court and I’m
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| Troubling the exotic sports car, no top
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| Something gorgeous inside it, asking if she could drive it
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| They don’t make this for novice, they make these for pilots
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| On wheels, 3 piece stainless steel
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| Hater tryna throw mud, it’s love
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| I came out standing steel
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| What’s really real when these bitches behaving
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| Like in air force all sex crazy
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| My home girl molly came got it poppin'
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| I’m just watchin', pullin' the lighter from my back pocket like they had karate
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| She won’t kick it, sit by me
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| Come over to the crib, get hit by me
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| Woke er up and told er get that money to them lanes
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| You were sent by me, it’s jet life over here partner
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| And plus nobody I know got popped in
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| New Orleans where I be, smoking pot with your hoes
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| Avoid potholes on these streets, I am dreaded
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| Every day get paid, straight hustle
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| Club full of bad bitches, we’re all on em
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Triple double, triple double, triple double
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Trunk hard, top drop top, all on em
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| Never know holmes, might trip the triple double
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| Today was a good day, great day
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| Yea, it was a pay day
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| So make way for motherfuckers only bout that gray day
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| Making money now, what the fuck you talkin' bout
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| When these bitches start trippin' we just lock em out
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| Gotta bounce, and that’s a regular day
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| For that independent rap shit I’m paving the way
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| They hatin' away that I’m bathing in a
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| Hustler coming for your neck, better make your escape
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| I came in shittin', real grain grippin'
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| Bitches on that Cobain, cocaine sniffin'
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| But they just on a quest to be some rock stars
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| We party hard and we duckin' from them cop cars
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| This Mac Miller, Montana
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| Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
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| Took a second and got tatted on my neck and hands
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| You don’t got another music, respect the man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Was All Good , by - French Montana. Song from the album Dope Couture, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп