| Yerk thirty high
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| Real dirty sprite
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| Bitch you heard me right
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| Live the dirty life
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| Clutch my thirty tight
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| Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
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| Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
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| Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
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| I made a lot out a little
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| I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu
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| I ain’t gon' plot against you
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| If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too
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| I started out with nothin
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| I ain’t have a pot to go piss too
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| You rich I’m rich as bitch too
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| You spent a dub in this bitch too
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| And bitch I stay with Sizzle
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| We made a lot from little
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| Exoctic chunks from out the runts I fill the blunt with skittlez
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| And bitch this clique don’t fit you pause, suck a dick too
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| You know I stay glued to this pistol cock that bitch back its ritual
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| Bitches like pitbulls Imma stick at you
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| Gotta get you up out we sick of you
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| And I hop out the Audi and get the coupe
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| Got two Bentleys them bitches identical
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| Bouta get a Lambo truck when it drop
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| Told foenem it’s merch that’s on Roc
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| That don’t mean after that I’m gon' stop
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| I might get anotha whip if it’s more hot
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| You know I ain’t gotta ride with the door locked
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| Got some shit on my lap like a robot
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| So I gotta bust a left at the roadblock bust a right hop out on yo block
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| We ain’t tryna spot you that adios
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| Fuck around and get dead like geronimo
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| Couldn’t see that boy head when you got close
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| You was fuckin with somebody mama tho
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| In the street all you got is yo honor tho
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| Get respect yea that bitch like a pot of gold
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| Went to school with hard knocks and graduated
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| Yea I stayed on the block let the honor roll
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| And I stayed bumpin heads with my momma tho
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| Started gettin money next thing she my homie
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| Bought a glock I ain’t get it from Carlos
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| I was livin two block right up off Stony
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| Shoot this bitch broad day if you run up on me
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| Two hunnit in the crib so I’m comin home then
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| You ain’t even got five hunnit to ya name
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| Can’t even bury yaself pussy run along then
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| Now ya momma fucked up callin ya homies
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| And they broke as fuck tell me what they gon' loan
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| But it’s leave a nigga fucked up like pneumonia
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| Nah nigga got me fucked up run up on em
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| Nigga done lucked up if he hadn’t a gon
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| This bitch done jammed up I don’t want ha
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| Now hand me that other bitch spin the corner
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| Now you on that sucka shit spin the corner
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| Yerk thirty high
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| Real dirty sprite
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| Bitch you heard me right
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| Live the dirty life
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| Clutch my thirty tight
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| Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
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| Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
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| Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
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| I made a lot out a little
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| I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu
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| I ain’t gon' plot against you
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| If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too
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| You’ll be surprised if you meet me whatchu find
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| I’m like beep beep GT flyin
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| And I’m knee deep in the diamonds
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| Not yet you ain’t realizin
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| Got opportunities you just minimizin
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| You just want immunity and were disguised in it
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| Ou I should put one in yo eyes
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| Did yo granny ever tell you to mind yo business
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| Only yours pussy close them doors pussy
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| We don’t got no two neighbors on the same floor ain’t no recording lookin
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| I smoke exoctic this the runtz, biscotti, or some more cookies
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| That shit you smokin on a hunnit a zip you can’t afford lookin
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| Lil bro countin racks he made off of sports he like his own bookie
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| I just left from Saks to find the shorts that match my Fendi hoodie
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| They offered me two hunnit racks to wear this clothing line I shouda took it
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| I told them I need a milli cause I stay fresh as fuck I was being bumtious
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| Really I was being silly that shit was wack as fuck I ain’t even want shit
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| Bellaire sent my money a couple months ago I ain’t even touch it
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| Told em I want it full when I go on tour but that’s another subject
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| Know Imma bring the gang but we’ll speak later cause that’s anotha budget
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| After parties booked that’s another quarter just to go out in public
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| Know foenem tryna fuck with all the hoes and shit so I’m like fuck it
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| Everybody came to party but if you startin sum what’s all that ruckus
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| Know we gon' go retarded bitch it’s a hunnit shots on all our buses
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| Yerk thirty high
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| Real dirty sprite
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| Bitch you heard me right
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| Live the dirty life
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| Clutch my thirty tight
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| Eatin at the gangsta table splittin dirty rice
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| Bitch this shit like Cosa Nostra yea you heard it right
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| Might teach you how to beat a murder if you word it right
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| I made a lot out a little
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| I ain’t gon' hop out I’m witchu
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| I ain’t gon' plot against you
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| If they turn I’m hoppin the fence too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yerk 30 , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Still Swervin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп