| Louis V millionaire shades
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| Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
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| Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades
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| Roll up and pour up 'til I’m in a daze (Uh-huh)
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| Thirty round like I’m shootin' Treys
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| Pull up and beat up the trap, it’s a fade
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| I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)
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| I fuck from the back, ain’t tryna see your face
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| I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
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| Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
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| Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
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| Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
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| Smokin' exotic, I could ride a (Exotic)
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| Came from poverty, they thought I weren’t shit (Came outta pov)
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| Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)
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| Plug in Houston got me gettin' a
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| Trappin' double,
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| Gotta stay down, you niggas ain’t no hustlers
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| Thot bitch, gotta fuck her, can’t cuff her (Bitch)
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| wit' the gas and shuffle
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| Gettin' bags and a scale, necessities
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| I never tell, not even the recipes (Shh)
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| If you switched up, don’t even stand next to me (Pussy ass)
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| Find out he stole, get murdered, accessory (Kill 'em)
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| You a, talkin' 'bout bless me
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| No job, go to work
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| I cut the dope like a verse (Cut it)
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| Throw a party on that pussy like smurf
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| Let me in the club wit' strap and Miss Butterworth
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| Slim thick, baby girl, that’ll work (That'll work)
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| Ha, pussy ass nigas need skirts (Pussy)
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| Yeah, I take the order like Clerks (What you want?)
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| I fuck her off of the Percs (Yeah)
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| I found a plug, made it work
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| Heard you ran off, stupid ass nigga (Stupid ass nigga)
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| 49's like I’m in San Francisco (Ha)
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| I’m in New York wit' a
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| Two different Draco’s, they identical
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| Jumped on a plane to L. A, I had three straps (Three straps)
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| Back like I’m CeeLo, I’m rollin' like
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| I’on really do no talkin' like my phone tapped (I ain’t talk)
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| country nigga, gotta make a long cap (Country nigga)
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| Louis V millionaire shades
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| Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
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| Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades
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| Roll up and pour up 'til I’m in a daze (Uh-huh)
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| Thirty round like I’m shootin' Treys
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| Pull up and beat up the trap, it’s a fade
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| I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)
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| I fuck from the back, ain’t tryna see your face
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| I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
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| Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
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| Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
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| Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
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| Smokin' exotic, I could ride a (Exotic)
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| Came from poverty, they thought I weren’t shit (Came outta pov)
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| Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)
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| Plug in Houston got me gettin' a
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| Trappin' double, |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Double C's , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Hood Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп