| Bitch cruise the drop can’t believe this motherfucker flop
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| Got a nigga hot
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| Tryna figure who to blame
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| This my life niggas treat it as a game
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| Took the pistol at my brain, as the hammer pill back
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| If I don’t kill me imma go kill mac
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| And his kid will feel that, They ain’t did nothing to me
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| Fuck! |
| I Can’t believe I let the pressure get to me
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| So it comes down to this live life as a failure
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| Nobody home, death the only shelter
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| I Phone yelling nigga pick me up
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| But luckily I answer like «Nigga What The Fuck!?»
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| I got a deal you couldn’t possibly refuse
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| But will a nigga ball?
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| You will get your own shoe
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| What about the plaques, grammy’s, groupies?
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| Let me direct and we gon' make a movie
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| But when we start shooting? |
| what’s the pay for the picture
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| Everlasting fame, power and riches
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| Gucci belts for your brethren
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| If you want in, just sign the contract
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| Where the motherfucking pen?
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Single drop? |
| I could tell shit was different
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| No single? |
| niggas wouldn’t trip
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| Now the new single got the whole club flipping
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| And shit where the hoes? |
| hoes get to stripping
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| I don’t get distribute 6 figures first week
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| Niggas on my nuts, bitches want the meet
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| Award nominations, front row seats
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| Best artist in the game begging me for a feature
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| All I get is love, All I get is checks
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| I Phone ringing, that’s when I get attached
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| Don’t forget who your ass is really signed too
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| You ungrateful, must I remind you?
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| Hell naw, I don’t need no reminder
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| I’m all lifestyle, clothes all designer
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| Slide to the stage to accept my award
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| As I go to thank God, a disturbance on the floor
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| And this award goes to… GLASSES MALOOONE (yeaah)
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| That’s what I’m talking bout
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| (First off, I just wanted to thank you God
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| Get your hands outta my pocket…
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| Get your hands outta my pocket nigga!
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| Wtf? |
| aye nigga calm down
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| Oh shit!)
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| (bang!)
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Thinks we do for the millions, now I’m staring at the ambulance ceiling
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| Pressure keep building as they tryna stop the bleeding
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| They tryna keep me breathing
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| Beat start to slow, as my heart start to go
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| Flat line a nigga gone, that’s what you get from selling shit you don’t own
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price
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| Everybody got a price tag
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| Nigga name your price |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Price Tag , by - Glasses Malone. Song from the album GlassHouse 2: Life Ain't Nuthin But..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп