| No such thing as bad student, only bad teacher
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| Teacher say, student do
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| Yeah, nigga
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| Louis bag having nigga
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| Louis duffel bags with the bags in it
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| Coming in with a 18-wheeler, I need somewhere to back in
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| Wrapping and trapping, I’m going and picking up the front end and the back end
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| Got a Louis bag with nothing but bags in it
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| I get it dirt cheap, why the fuck he be taxing?
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| Free Bloody Black, he got locked up for trafficking
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| Jamaican weed plug get the brick from Africans
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| Put the trap in the choke hold, got them tapping in
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| Ran out of Percs and I’m back on them Vicodins
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| Everything I do, them niggas be biting it
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| Go in the booth off the top like I’m writing it
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| Shit on my mind. |
| I can’t do shit but grind
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| Chopper on me, nigga, you ain’t finna take mine
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| Up all night, go to sleep in the day time
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| Trap out the trap, phone ring like a chatline
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| Auntie need the Percocet for her spine
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| Ain’t about money? |
| Don’t call, wasting my time
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| Got my little baby brother with a little baby 9
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| Don’t play 'bout my money, I need every dime
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| Pussy ass nigga, get the fuck from 'round me
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| Can’t fuck with you niggas, you ain’t like my kind
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| Dance on them work like I’m Deion in his prime
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| Hit the trap with the bricks, hard punchline
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| These rapping ass niggas be lying
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| Lent me that work 'cause he know it be flying
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| Drinking that Hitech raw like it wine
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| Fish in the coupe, when I’m cooking, I’m frying
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| Trapping hard, 25/8, overtime
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| 200, mash the gas, it ain’t no finish line
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| I go to Jeffrey’s, I don’t wear the Finish Line
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| I want platinum cookies, but I’ll take any kind
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| In the latest fashion with a hundred dollar line
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| VIP, never waited in line
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| Got a box coming in with a dime
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| My young nigga give me three, sell it in dimes
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| You a snitch ass nigga, I can see it in yo eyes
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| Cook up the dope, it gone rise
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| Put on the Tom Ford like the Master of Disguise
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| Strapped up with guns, don’t come with no knives
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| Throw him a party, it come with a prize
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| Candler Road, nigga, we call it 1'5
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| I got the babies, these niggas just whine
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| I got on jewelry like I’m already signed
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| Master Sensei, I break up the bricks
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| Take out a 9 and I spend it at Phipps
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| 2 .38s on me like I got hips
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| I’m in the hood where the drugs get dealt
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| Yeah, nigga
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| You know what’s going on, Pablo Juan, nigga
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| Off the top, nigga
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| I know they be hating and you know what the fuck going on, nigga
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| Yeah, real nigga shit, man
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| You know where to find me at, nigga
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| Pussy ass nigga, y’all niggas ain’t |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Sensei Platinum, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song Master Sensei, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп