| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
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| They hate to see the type of shit that we on
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| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
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| The bank roll won’t even fold
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| These niggas jealous
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| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
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| These niggas jealous
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| These niggas jealous
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| Haters coming faster then I ever seen them come before
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| Racks on racks they say I was a one hit wonder, where I go
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| To the top where I belong, I’m from the corner slanging stones
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| 20 mixtapes in a year, you know the type of shit I’m on
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| Fly shit only, that’s just the code that I live by
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| Tell me I can’t do it, it won’t work, and Ima' still try
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| Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it several times
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| You can never underestimate a nigga like my kind
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| I’ma rebel, I’ma warrior, and I’ll destroy ya
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| All these dues I paid you go need more than a judge of lawyers
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| You put my back against the wall, Ima' come out standing tall
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| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
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| They hate to see the type of shit that we on
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| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
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| The bank roll won’t even fold
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| These niggas jealous
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| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
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| These niggas jealous
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| These niggas jealous
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| Money multiplying, soon flatline
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| Yall niggas can’t even see me in the daytime
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| Bank' America on speed dail', I’m eatin' now
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| Stacking every penny just in case I go to war with yall
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| I’m just a young hood nigga with a lot of class
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| And I’m swagging you niggas, body bags
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| You see the way I perform, these girls is loving my charm
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| I love my city and they love me back
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| My chain looking like a camera when it flash
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| I’m hungry for that money, and I’m getting cash
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| I’m in that big body with 200 on the dash
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| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
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| They hate to see the type of shit that we on
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| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
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| The bank roll won’t even fold
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| These niggas jealous
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| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
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| These niggas jealous
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| These niggas jealous
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| You want that Hermes shit, I got it for ya
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| You want that YSL, I got it for ya
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| I went from rags to riches and now I’m spoiled
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| I know some Freeband Gang niggas who loyal
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| They said we wouldn’t be shit, but some finessers
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| Now we pulling up in them fully loaded compressors
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| And now the tables have turned, I moved on
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| It ain’t no animosity, I moved on
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| And they don’t wanna see you make it where I come from
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| And they don’t like it that I’m famous no uh uh
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| You need to take a look at what I dun become
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| How many niggas you know can turn nothing into something
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| Drive real fast cars, rags to riches
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| They hate to see the type of shit that we on
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| The ice on chill, shoe game nasty
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| The bank roll won’t even fold
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| These niggas jealous
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| I can see it in they faces, they wanna trade places
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| These niggas jealous
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| These niggas jealous |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jealous, artist - Future. Album song First Class Flights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп