| Diamonds on me dance like Hammer
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| Clique go bananas, still rep the East of Atlanta
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| Thots walk, never see the keys to the Phantom (skrr)
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| Fuck Trump I’ma take a knee during Anthem, yah
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| Fuck a bad drop and bounce back
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| One two three Mil baby count that
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| If I ain’t a ill nigga tell me what you call that
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| Busy getting paper tell the bitch to call back (brrrp)
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| Hello, money phone
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| Ain’t wrapped tight nigga somethin' wrong
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| Boujee nigga sippin' on Pérignon
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| Kato on the the track kill the niggas al somalian
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| Son of Sam, need a hunid bands, bad bitch, no xans
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| Dirty ass hoe stay runnin' scams
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| Give her dick it make the bitch do the runnin' man
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| Going loco in Tokyo, murder fest had to go reload
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| My lil bitch keep the stogies rolled
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| Going hard you see more results count the bread right before we go,
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| this the year of the Scorpio
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| Bitch you know how the story go I want the fame and the glory hole I turn a
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| bitch to a gory show
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| I’m at ya head with a torpedo (brr brr)
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| Nigga uh
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Mink)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| You are not real you imposter (Aye)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (King)
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Gucci)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (God)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Mink)
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| You are not real you imposter (Fake)
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| Never take hoes to Mi casa (Nope)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (God)
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| I grew up without a father (Fuck em)
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| We did not make it to Harvard (Drop out)
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| Kilos of Coke on the Harbor (Bricks)
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| Fuck the PI die of Martyr (Die)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Cadillac’s, Chevy’s, Impalas (Skrrt)
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| Spray Vodka straight out the bottle
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| my hoe look like models (Beyoncé)
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| I’m sorry but I feel no sorrow (None)
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| No fucks to gives or to borrow (No heart)
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| You think that these niggas got pussys (Bitches)
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| They gossip like bitches on Bravo (Nini)
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| Mr. Benton I have risen lord if you don’t do with it then what you living for,
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| losing patience kicking in the door these niggas crazy hit emballie in the
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| porch we drink the pain away so hit the liquor store, if it ain’t murder what
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| you grip the trigger for
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| Kato make these niggas hit the floor, hey bitch it’s murder season get a bigger
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| mop motherfucker
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Mink)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| You are not real you imposter (Aye)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (King)
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Gucci)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (God)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Mink)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| You are not real you imposter (Aye)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (King)
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| Fur on my back like Chewbacca (Gucci)
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| King of the jungle Mufasa (God)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks)
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| Live like I’m dying tomorrow (No fucks) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chewbacca , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album Yuck Fou, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп