| Yeah, ayy
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| Sauce!
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| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White
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| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right
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| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
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| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like
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| Yeah I see that brand new Benz from a distance
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| I don’t know you, we not friends, keep your distance
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| I don’t really fuck with them, they be trippin'
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| Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Pippens
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| Drinkin' that lean like it’s coffee, ooh (syrup)
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| I feel like nothin' can stop me, ooh
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| All these thotties they be sloppy
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| Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky, damn
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| Now I’m feelin' like Chris, ayy
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| Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, ayy
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| Diamonds dancin' like Rihanna
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| Coolin' with Chapo, I’ll see you mañana
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| Trapping inside the cabana
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| Tony Montana, flippin' that work for the Prada
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| I just want all of the money, fuck up some commas
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| I got no time for no drama
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| Coolin' with Mongo, we makin' a movie, your mama
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| Prolly somewhere in Bahamas
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| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White
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| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right
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| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
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| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like
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| They don’t wanna see me shine 'cause my light bright
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| Wake up in the mornin' high like a damn kite
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| If we beef, no politickin', holmes, it’s on sight
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| I just wanna fuck you baby, why you wanna fight?
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| I just copped a P, bands 'bout to take flight
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| See me with the hands, I’m posted up all night
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| Comin' live from the 5, 12 years strong
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| Honeycomb perc, bottom of my big bong
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| You don’t wanna play chicken, I got big balls
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| Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall
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| I’ve been cookin' so hard, sauce on the wall
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| I’m makin' hits, that’s your bitch 'bout to risk it all
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| What’s the move? |
| Hit me up, I stay on call
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| In shinin' shoes, dressin' up like I’m 'bout to ball
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| Makin' plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall
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| They so fake and I’m so true, I’m tryna tell y’all
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| Get it how you live it, make sure you just don’t fall
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| It’s all about the digits, get it then I make a call
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| I just wanna be rich and buy the fuckin' mall
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| I got tunnel vision like I’m walkin' in a hall
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| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White
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| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right
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| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right
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| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off-White , by - Global Dan. Song from the album Global Warming, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп