| Parlayed the Caymans
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| Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
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| Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
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| Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
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| Franchise players on a momentous occasion
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| Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
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| Send a bottle to your table, it’s a celebration
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| Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
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| And you hating
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| If you’d have had one that’s nice I’d have told you congratulations
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| I stole home base while you was tying your laces
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| Your bitch gave out the dugout
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| Smoked out the clubhouse
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| Welcome to the majors
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| Niggas hoping I get knocked off
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| In the studio making them drop offs
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| Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
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| Certified dope on three coasts
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| Bread healthy, wheat toast
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| Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
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| Held me down when I needed it
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| Held me up when I couldn’t reach it
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| Flashlight when I couldn’t see shit
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| Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
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| Listening to Roy Ayers
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| With more pull in my city than the mayor
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| Smart not scared
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| Highed up but aware and prepared
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| If them fools from over there ever came round here
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| But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it
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| (Audio drug lord with this music)
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| Niggas hoping I get knocked off
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| In the studio making them drop offs
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| Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
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| Don’t nothing move but the decimal
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| Everyday above ground is a chess move
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| Don’t let the little things stress you
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| If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
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| Low key, like I’m riding with a whole key
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| But I’m just chasing these cookies with this OG
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| I don’t do first halfs, I need the whole fee
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| You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? |
| (which one)
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| And I don’t be popping bubbles
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| If I ain’t house shopping, I’m at the dealer copping doubles
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| Ain’t where I wanna be, but I’m not far
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| Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)
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| Niggas hoping I get knocked off
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| In the studio making them drop offs
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| Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
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| Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pot Jar , by - Jadakiss. Song from the album Sour, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп