| She know she bad, I got that bag
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| Foreign with 230 on the dash
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| I could count cash fast
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| Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
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| Roll up gelato, three grams
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| Stuffing my pocket with bands
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| She cute, she having a hand
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| I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
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| Ice on my neck, goddamn
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| I got bitches popping up like spam
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| Send my money, give her twenty two grams
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| Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
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| She got a fat ass, goddamn
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| I got Supreme on my Vans
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| Gucci bag, fill it with bands
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| Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
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| I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
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| I, I got the cookies, baking
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| I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
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| Foreign, she half-Asian
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| Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
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| Dirty AK with my shell cases
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| None of my bitches is basic
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| On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Everything I wear is rare
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| Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
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| Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
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| Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
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| Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
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| Outfit, it come out next year
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| I’m drinking lean, not no beer
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| Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
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| Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
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| Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
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| Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
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| I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
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| These niggas falling off the map like Sears
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| I got these haters mad, they in tears
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| My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal
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| She know she bad, I got that bag
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| Foreign with 230 on the dash
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| I could count cash fast
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| Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
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| Roll up gelato, three grams
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| Stuffing my pocket with bands
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| She cute, she having a hand
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| I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
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| Ice on my neck, goddamn
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| I got bitches popping up like spam
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| Send my money, give her twenty two grams
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| Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
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| She got a fat ass, goddamn
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| I got Supreme on my Vans
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| Gucci bag, fill it with bands
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| Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah
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| VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
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| Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
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| Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
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| I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
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| Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
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| Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
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| All of my bitches, they too sexy
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| 1017 chain, cop a fezzy
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| Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
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| I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
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| Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
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| Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
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| Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
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| Gucci bag with the .38 special
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| I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
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| I spread like the old man that you piss
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| Ooh, I make her give me the neck
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| Call me PJ like a private jet
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| Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
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| I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
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| I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
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| I bust that seal on that Hitech
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| Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
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| She want shit bad, but I got the check
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| She know she bad, I got that bag
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| Foreign with 230 on the dash
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| I could count cash fast
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| Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
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| Roll up gelato, three grams
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| Stuffing my pocket with bands
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| She cute, she having a hand
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| I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
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| Ice on my neck, goddamn
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| I got bitches popping up like spam
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| Send my money, give her twenty to
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| Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
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| She got a fat ass, goddamn
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| I got Supreme on my Vans
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| Gucci bag, fill it with bands
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| Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God Damn , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп