| Running through money and spendin'
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| All of my clips extended
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| Haters want hate on the boy
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| Building me up to destroy
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| Leaving me without a choice
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| Show these niggas I’m untouchable
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| California king bed, three story crib, but I’m not comfortable
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| I got different type of feelings in my heart now
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| Nonbelievers, I don’t listen when they talk now
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| Top getting closer when I stare it down
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| Swear the top getting closer when I stare it down
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| 20 for a show now
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| Police in the background
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| Rarely ever sold low
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| Never sell my soul
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| Young nigga out here running laps 'round these five souls
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| I go back to sweep 'for I go broke
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| Get that money, keep that money, make that money flip
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| Hartsfield-Jackson back and forth, I did a hundred trips
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| Broke through the glass ceiling like it don’t exist
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| Plus I’m so good at my job, I’m getting bonuses
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| Walk inside the Harlot and the DJ is announcing us
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| We just wanna party why these people keep harassing us
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| Fuck these blood suckers, I be belated to play Count Dracula
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| Extremely intelligent, exceptional vernacular
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| Labels tryna capture us, but it’s not adding up
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| Y’all took the elevator, me, I took the ladder up
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| When I’m up that bat, I up my stance, they yelling batter up
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| Bored with this flow, so it’s time to switch the pattern up
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| Back like I never left
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| More in tune, more in depth
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| Got order in my steps
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| Lost when my granny left
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| Lost when my uncle left
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| Got me wondering who next
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| Devil playing tricks on me, dangling money and sex
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| Fight through the war for respect
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| Momma raised a bull
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| When I see the mic, I see red, hard to keep my cool
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| An educated African, on beats I do the fool
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| Swear to God I use this rapping shit to pay my way through school |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Su Wit the Afro , by - Iamsu!. Song from the album 06 Solara, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп