| Dippin' yeah I’m still dippin'
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| In your neighborhood on 20 inches tippin'
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| New wrist work it don’t do no ticking
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| Bake ash tray where my backwoods sit in
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| Tony of my city Tony of my city yeah
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| Tony of my city Tony of my city yeah
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| (?) 77 chain plays on plays like I serve cocaine
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| Fuck them stunting’s a habit
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| Send off the package my youngin’s packin
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| What’s being broke gone solve? |
| They can’t take no loss
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| I’m at a loss for words, niggas is fraud confirmed
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| I just iced out my half a mil pendant
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| Did a logo to the jeweler sent it
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| Diamonds dancing like they dashin big pimpin
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| I can’t make no moves if my heart ain’t in it
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| Press the button jump out the coupe
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| Can’t be scared to look out for you
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| I stack (?) out the loot
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| Flying at a whole nother altitude
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| You don’t know nothing about the dude
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| What you heard about me ain’t my concern
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| Everybody ain’t for everybody
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| Tthat’s one thing that you gotta learn
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| So I’m dippin' yeah I’m still dippin'
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| In your neighborhood on 20 inches tippin'
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| New wrist work it don’t do no ticking
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| Bake ash tray where my backwoods sit in
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| Tony of my city Tony of my city yeah
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| Tony of my city Tony of my city yeah
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| (?) 77 chain plays on plays like I’m serving cocaine
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| Tony of my city yeah I’m too litty
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| Fifth for a Barnies spent like two fifty
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| If you ain’t got a play in motion you can’t move with me
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| Swerve through the learning curve HB I’m rule bending
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| Cooking like its two kitchens
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| If it’s murder on the track then you know dude did it
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| Tryna grey coupe kit it
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| Believe in something, starting with yourself or you’ll fall to someone else
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| Oh no we just stacked Os on Os
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| Olympic rings flipping through the goals
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| You can’t flake up what is you niggas pose
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| Under developed my eyes well up
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| Picking my melon, we’re all we got
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| Used to do laps in Ontario Mills parking lot
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| Tryna make a jam good enough to sell
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| Younch Chauncey I put the C in clientele
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| No thanks to you niggas we straight
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| Till I’m 50 in Miami with a bag for a belly
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| Nigga I’ma keep getting to it it’s nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tony Fontana Part II , by - Hit-Boy. Song from the album Tony Fontana, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп