| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| We lost in the world who’s feeling safe
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| It’s parked outside been in the case
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| We walk outside feel like a mason
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| Another preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste
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| White wine, go ahead and sip your race
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| And walk in the closet and feel amazed
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| Ain’t no retire, fall out of line and we get to pace
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| And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space
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| Took the Travis may leave you around and place it
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| That’s a classic, no other way to have it
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| Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress
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| Now look how many bitches piled up on that mattress
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| I’m feeling too proud, cause all my niggas aroused
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| I got them people right now for them to fill it
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| It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute
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| Cause now I’m in the building, god damn, I’m about to kill it
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| Welcome to America, home to the gutter, nigga
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| Where every nigga wanna be another nigga
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| Either your brother or your cousin is the drug dealer
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| If you make it out the hood, haters wanna grudge with you
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| As I wander these streets up under me
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| It’s a concrete jungle economy
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| Who runs the world? |
| Ego, money, greed
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| Well, I have my weed and my money green
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| Who ever said that we wasn’t money trees?
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| Anyway fuck it, I’mma get high anyway
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| Gone before my niggas say
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| Lock up in them prison gates
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| Life’s a bitch then you die
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| If you can do you any day
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| 3−57 apparo the shit I wearo be Balenciaga
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| Prada, Margiela or something hotter
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| Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah
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| A million dollars on my wardrobe, Damier on my collars
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| Nothing short of an assassin, garments I sit my ass in
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| Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket
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| Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise
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| Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tai’s
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| Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow
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| So impressive, she would straddle this berretta if I let her
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| Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime
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| Swear this dick I give her it’ll last her a lifetime
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| A nice nine selling hard rock in the pipeline
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| Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime
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| Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes
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| Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks
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| Today is the sabbath I got seven going at it
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| On a mattress doing shit you can’t imagine, I’m laughing
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| True story, real talk, that’s classic
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground
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| I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating, I’m floating
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| From the ground |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Animal, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп