| Ziggy
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| Ziggy
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| (Zaytoven)
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| Go
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| Sleepin' on the racks last night
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| And I fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck
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| Got so lit last night
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| Woke up with a butt-naked bitch on my jet
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| Iced-out baguettes on my chest
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| Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh
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| I’m the boss, there’s a brick on my desk
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| Brain so good, yeah, she cheat on her tests
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| Got so high one night, woke up with a ice-cream cone on my cheek
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| Last night, dripped so hard court-side, had to cover my butt in my seat
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| At the Superbowl in my suite
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| Ballin' so hard, need cleats
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| Human highlight like me
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| And my diamonds all so unique
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| Heard the alphabet boys still watchin' me
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| All this D&G on me and my freak
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| Versace fork and plate when I eat and sleep
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| And I don’t like to talk, talk cheap
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| Last night, me and my peeps
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| Pulled up to the yard three-deep
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| Hunnid bad bitches like Freaknik
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| Diamonds dancing on me like yeet
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| (Iceberg)
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| Only Saint Laurent or Dolce the feet
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| Niggas got rich, now I feel I compete
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| Had to sleep on the floor, now it’s court-side seat
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| I got it scorchin', they pay me fifteen just so I rap on they beat (Racks)
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| Come to one-five, you can get 'em for cheap
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| Still run through the 6
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| I got shooters on Morley
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| My diamonds like water
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| My Rollie be frosty, it’s colder than Boston (Brr)
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| But he got shot when he reached out
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| I’m a big iceberg, need a mink
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| Bitch got curves, she don’t mean nothin' to me
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| He got some nerve think he gettin' it like me
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| I made a thirty this mornin' while you was asleep
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| I did that boy dirty, I shot him from the three
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| You don’t know a young nigga that’s rockin' like me
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| Keep a pocket full of motherfuckin' broccoli
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| Young G
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| Let these fish take a swim, aye
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| Still catch a play by Crim, yeah
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| Bouldercrest, nigga, we tint, aye
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| Yay' still jumpin' out the gyms, yeah
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| Never, ever lose, just win, aye
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| Still on the 'Crest, gettin' it in, yeah
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| Still sellin' dope behind tints, aye
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| Throw the whole thousand on my wrist, yeah
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| Ballin' on these niggas, be a player, yeah
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| Still got the work, brick layer, aye
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| Real playa from the Himalayas, yeah
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| Wet, diamonds water like a whale, yeah
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| Feed the whole brick, ten bale, yeah
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| You sendin' work by the mail, aye
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| Got tired of takin' them L’s, yeah
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| Nigga, I’m a Bouldercrest male, aye |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Night , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Woptober II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп