| If you rap Imma spit shit
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| Skate, Imma kickflip
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| Don’t need a shovel to dig this
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| The beat is just paper
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| So Imma rip this
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| Illa rap syphillis
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| Syllables sick shit
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| Socialize
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| Any nigga in rap, you been notified
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| Illa Ghee break bones that been bonafide
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| Game winner like the home base slide
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| (?) the projects (?)
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| Outta the dirt became fly
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| Brand new loafers and Louis Vuitton ties
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| I’m on the ball with the game tied
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| With the win, I better have the game high
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| Drug flow, got the whole game high
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| Wet sentences, yah and I remain dry
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| Never will attain (?)
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| General, Illa Ghee, that’s the same guy
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| Drink, show off your ice and get money
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| Light that love of your life and get money
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| Ladies, put your drinks up and get money
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| Hustlers, do what you do and get money
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| Nightmare murder way of hurting you
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| Fire burned you, fire flow smacked your inner circle
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| I smell perfume signs of a bitch, nigga
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| I get money, signs of a rich nigga
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| Never talk softly, guns will get him off me
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| Rap saturated, I’m decaffeinated coffee
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| Tall men try but soon they die shortly
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| Sex game crazy now she wanna stalk me
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| Sex game crazy look what (?)
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| Illa Ghee big king of the street
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| I done lost it, razor your neck, you a faucet
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| Travel the world broke but still I’m flossing
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| See me, I’m like money in a mattress
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| Give a little back man like government taxes
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| Sex with an actress I leave with scratches
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| The black Brad Pitt raps battery acid
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| Jumped in the game, landed on cement running
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| Bottom line, I’m like rap when it meant something
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| News flash flows finishing flash drives
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| Checking all Bibles, see if I’m baptized
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| Check for street cred, see if I clap guys
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| Dummy, Illa got the rap game mummy
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| Rap eggs but these eggs ain’t runny
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| Well these eggs (?)
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| Real niggas know the meaning when I said that
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| Henry the Eighth, off a nigga head rap
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| Nickel nines and I’m chilling with a bunch of dimes
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| I’m Blake Griffin in the pussy at all times
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| What kind of chick you looking for, I got all kinds
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| She don’t think, but yah she give good mind
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| You gotta love it when a crook rhymes
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| And I can tell you love it when the crook shine |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп