| I took that drip all the way cross the border
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| That two door Maybach should’ve came with some stars
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| I stood on this shit, I don’t get an award
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| All the new whips comin' with a push start
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| I don’t fear shit but I rock fear of God
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| Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah
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| Oh, Wheezy the wave, need a board yeah
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| Them bricks when you make it on Forbes, yeah
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| We winnin', stop checkin' the score, yeah
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| We can live with no warning
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| Spur of the moment
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| But it’s war if you want it
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| Get too much of this money, buyin' too many guns, they treat me like a God
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| Too many keys to these exotic cars
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| Too many freaks, I been fuckin' a foreign
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| If you niggas fly then I must be airborne
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| Won’t pay you no mind and they gon' pay you more
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| Hopped in the coupe, let the Tesla charge
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| I keep the strap 'cause I really be knownin'
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| I can’t imagine my family poor
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| But I can see my mama in Dior
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| We walk inside and they closin' the store
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| You niggas ain’t drippin' like Gunna the boy
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| Geekin' up and it’s already a sport
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| Jeep and it’s clanging, it’s itchin' to roar
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| Fiending so much I don’t know what to pour
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| In middle school when I jumped off the porch
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| Good in the hood, had to dodge all the narcs
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| I made it out, gotta live with some scars
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| Protectin' your family, you gotta go hard
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| The way my drip set, that shit come with a scar
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| I took that drip all the way cross the border
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| That two door Maybach should’ve came with some stars
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| I stood on this shit, I don’t get an award
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| All the new whips comin' with a push start
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| I don’t fear shit but I rock fear of God
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| Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah
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| Wheezy wave, I got a board
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| Balmains cut like a sword
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| I’m drippin' sauce like it’s sore
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| I’m one of the owners
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| Car not a loaner
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| I want carats and pointers
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| I really fuck with lil shawty, I pay for whatever she order
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| My brothers get jammed, we cash out on a lawyer
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| In them hallways I jump back like a spoiler
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| Some hairpin, I gotta look out for your daughter
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| You cappin', I’m rappin' my shit, you ignorin'
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| Saving the profit, our business is growin'
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| They felt sunny days and they wish for a storm
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| Fly in the sky, young nigga airborne
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| Wire in the cab, money coming out sores
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| I really trapped out that Honda Accord
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| My chopper my pillow when I’m in the war
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| New hundred my reason, lil nigga what’s yours?
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| She tell me she cummin', I’m strokin' it more
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| Thinkin' that time we go big like the Hulk
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| Feel me, you thought I wouldn’t make it at all
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| Get rich and I still gotta duck all the law
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| Shut the fuck up, I don’t need you to talk
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| I ran up the millions just watching you walk
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| You never gon' win when you droppin' the zone
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| I took that drip all the way cross the border
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| That two door Maybach should’ve came with some stars
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| I stood on this shit, I don’t get an award
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| All the new whips comin' with a push start
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| I don’t fear shit but I rock fear of God
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| Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Award , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip or Drown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп