| Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
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| In the penthouse sixty levels up
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| With some hoes that I can’t cuff, yeah
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| I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can’t trust, yeah
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| Niggas thinking that they tough
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| They don’t wanna play with us, damn
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| Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
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| Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah
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| From the outside looking in they think the kid made it
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| I ain’t ever witnessed so much damn hatred
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| Gotta get a grill for these dead faces
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| Thinking 'bout that money got my mind racing
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| Time is running out, I’m running out of patience
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| Come down to that paper, you gon' grind ain’t you?
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| They play with one of your partners, you gon' ride ain’t you?
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| We gon' take it over, this is our nation
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| I’ma ride that Rover, I need high maintenance
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| Specialty executive, it’s so spacious
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| I’m so used to this, I don’t do nothing basic
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| Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin'
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| Whatever you do don’t give it up baby
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| Whatever you do don’t give it up baby
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| Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub baby
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| Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
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| In the penthouse sixty levels up
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| With some hoes that I can’t cuff, yeah
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| I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can’t trust, yeah
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| Niggas thinking that they tough
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| They don’t wanna play with us, damn
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| Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
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| Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah
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| I don’t see no one but us, I don’t seem to worry much
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| I been high inside the clouds I can feel 'em and touch
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| They’ve been praying on my down, they don’t wanna see me up
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| I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough
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| I ain’t coming with no bluff, niggas know I ain’t letting up
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| I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks
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| Moving slow and sippin' Tuss, Hi-Tech and actin' up
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| We gon' pour a pint, my niggas all litty
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| Toastin' up 'cause we 'bout to make more millis
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| Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis
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| Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo baby
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| They say this money gonna drive us all crazy
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| Paper done put pressure on my old lady
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| Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes
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| Working hard, geekin', can’t stop getting faded
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| Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
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| In the penthouse sixty levels up
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| With some hoes that I can’t cuff, yeah
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| I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can’t trust, yeah
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| Niggas thinking that they tough
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| They don’t wanna play with us, damn
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| Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
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| Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Toast Up , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп