| Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt
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| Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt
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| Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don’t get left
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| I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain
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| Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain
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| These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah)
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| Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh
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| Bitch, I really do this, bitch, I did it, all this sinning
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| Who’da thought 'bout all this winning, I could’ve really used yo' presence
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| though
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| Bitch, I been that mofucka, clutching on that mofucka
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| Ready to blow this mofucka, I wish I would’ve listened, oh
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| I been on these downers wasting days like I got time to waste
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| Chanel rag 'round my head, at least I’m dripping on my dying day
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| I been bent off Perkys, a couple bars, I seen a couple stars
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| And keep them fuck niggas from around my way 'cause I’m already scarred
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| Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho
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| Bitch, I’m way too cold like choppas that y’all niggas claim to blow
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| I pulled fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho
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| All these emotions, roll a blunt, call up yo' bitch phone (Hah)
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| Running through these bags, I just can’t help it, I’m feeling myself (Feeling
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| myself)
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| Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my Fendi belt
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| Balenciaga what she rocking, hope that Prada make her melt
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| Pave my own road to these riches, get right, don’t get left
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| I used to fade, break bread with my niggas by that fountain
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| Watch me count it up, count it up, lil' bitch, might move a mountain
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| These them things we do, them Glocks and sticks might change the mood (Bah, bah)
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| Diamonds hit like fah, fah, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runnin Thru Plastic , by - Germ. Song from the album The Hijinx Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп