| Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales
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| Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah
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| I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I’m a player
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| Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah
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| Hundred thousand in my closet
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| Designer all different pairs, yeah
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| I walk in the bitch and I’m smoking that cookie
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| You know I put it in the air, yeah
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| Put ice in my watch and my bracelet
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| Both from Cartier, yeah
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| These bitches, they know I’m a player, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Young nigga can’t even lie, I turned to a Slime
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| Everyday a nigga wake up, I got racks on my mind
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| It’s loyalty I praise, stay true to my ties
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| Thugger told me all these aliante and now it’s my time
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| I put on a Rollie, too much ice
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| I can’t even see the time
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| I’m on the lean, the Percs, and the Xans
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| I think I’m losing my mind
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| Stayed down on the grind, used to sell dimes
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| Now my diamonds, yeah, they shine
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| Got the mansion looking like a pop-up
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| We got these bitches in line
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| Double R wide body double park it
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| Damn, that shit cost me a fine
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| Copped me a coupe, but went and blow the brains out
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| Damn, this shit charge me a dime
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| My Audemar perfect time
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| I fuck on her and she fine
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| Young Gunna, he one of a kind
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| I shine in a room with no lights
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| I fucked that little bitch on the cam
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| Told her do it for the Vine
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| Fuck that little bitch in the mouth
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| I fuck that little bitch in the spine
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| Fuck that little bitch and get back on the grind
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| What are the chances coming up from a dime
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| I hang with the killers and robbers, my nigga
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| Neighborhood and the slimes
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| Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales
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| Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah
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| I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I’m a player
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| Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah
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| Hundred thousand in my closet
|
| Designer all different pairs, yeah
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| I walk in the bitch and I’m smoking that cookie
|
| You know I put it in the air, yeah
|
| Put ice in my watch and my bracelet
|
| Both from Cartier, yeah
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| These bitches, they know I’m a player, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Rocking Louis, Damier, yeah
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| I fucked your bitch and I send her my mail, yeah
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| I drink the lean, no beer, yeah
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| Whipping a buffet, I’m having bezels, yeah
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| Free my cousin outta Telfare
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| These niggas get locked up and tell, yeah
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| I know when that shit can get real
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| You didn’t have the cash for your bail, damn
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| Same spot that I’m living
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| Trap rock, yeah, I sell that
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| Your bitch, she’s still on welfare
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| I’m the fresh prince of Bel-Air, yeah
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| Water on me like I sail, yeah
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| I’m 'bout to cop some veneers, yeah
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| I dropped this all on the scale, damn
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| Sip me some sip, pop a little pill
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| Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales
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| Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah
|
| I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I’m a player
|
| Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah
|
| Hundred thousand in my closet
|
| Designer all different pairs, yeah
|
| I walk in the bitch and I’m smoking that cookie
|
| You know I put it in the air, yeahPut ice in my watch and my bracelet
|
| Both from Cartier, yeah
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| These bitches, they know I’m a player, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mayors , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп