| Yeah, season opener, smokin' dope fo' sure
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| Super bowl white t-shirt, open fur
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| Hella gold, yellow and rose
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| Baby chose, let her roll
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| Loosen that grip, she tryna dip
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| Fuck’s wrong with you, enhance that bitch
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| I pull at the lot with that stacks bag and don’t finance shit
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| Rich and I know what to do with the money
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| Rich engineer, pushin' buttons
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| I’m in the booth, cocaine cuttin'
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| Lines numbin' their minds, they high
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| Baby girl, got that California fire, stoned
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| Chinese eyes on a midnight drive
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| Reflectin' on the game high
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| How it all went down in that time frame
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| No mind games, dollar signs on the brain
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| I do it how they done it’n '71 mayne
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| Two my nigga but I’m only wearing one chain
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| Look at how the game since son came
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| I ain’t gon say much, baby
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Jones,
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| Can’t escape from ballin', that wraith callin', way harder
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| You can’t afford it, my name in the claim, the game enormous
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| Made residuals off a digital clock
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| Yams in the spot, in the city the block
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| Start with the man up top
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| In my navy blue Cutless, rollin' city to the
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| Where they hate so much I love it, breakin' down these nuggets
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| Mackin' out in public, I ain’t actin' on the subject
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| Hold my money, tight stuntin', ‘cause we came from nothin'
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| Big boy, fresher than ever was
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| I presence on the scene is just like you never was
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| I mix some good cat with some better bud
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| Went for it but you never budge
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| Ate so much we damn near left a skel-aton
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| Countin' money having fun,
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| I pick it out like, «Gimme that-a one»
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| Look up in the sky, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midnight Drive , by - Harry Fraud. Song from the album The Coast, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп