| Woke up and I feel just like a billion bucks
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| They gone hate with me don’t give a billion fucks
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| I’m in VIP I’m with a billion sluts
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| Everyday I feel just like a billion bucks
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| Uno, dou, tres, leggo
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| Y’all sucka ass niggas soft like jello
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| Pull up in the transam nose on the whole gram of the white girl nigga jay oh
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| fellow
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| Kick a nigga dope for the K-I-l-o
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| Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow
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| Sianara to the bad guy to the 45 in the AK mutha fucka say hello
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| Hello, hi, me I’m high, mesmerized by neon lights
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| Bitch you know I throw off doctor said I’m not right
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| Got a white bitch but shes not bright
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| Hit the bitch and blow a nigga for his stickas then imagine what the ho would
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| do for a klondike
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| Feelin' like a billion
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| And I’m about to kill again
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| Hes on his own island bet them niggas think I’m gillagin
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| No resilience I’ll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger ya nigga
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| LI’mma pop a little pill again
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| What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pin again
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| I shove a mutha fuckas head right inside the ceiling fan
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| Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands
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| D-d-d-d stuttering and t-t-t-t-trembling
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| Wake up feeling like a billion bucks
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| Bitch get to steppin' if you don’t fuck
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| I need a ho to give me future with the care blowin' in a space ship call the
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| bitch, Aeon Flux
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| Fall off in the club where the heat don’t tuck
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| This my year y’all be on suck
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| Gone on that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like
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| Ok Jarren, dog I know they scared
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| When they see me and you together man it’s so unfair
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| Then when we killin these rappers I bet there’s no comparin
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| Not a fan of their music I hate the clothes they wearin
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| And I’m so embarrassed at the state of my city
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| Cause everybody rep they hood and I white boy spot
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| But when they really get the hood
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| Try and tell em where they from they be lookin at them like boy stop
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| But not me I’m from the north side
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| Feeling like a billion
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| I’m a slum-merican
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| Hung yourself fillygan, I’m with a resilient
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| Bitch who let me drill her
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| Afterward she call me up and say she never wanna chill again
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| It’s true one say my crew untamed the shit true
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| My black friends
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| Always rob my white friends
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| My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other
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| And when they bloody they be like aw we tight man
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| And this red light, damn, and this ain’t sharp rap, drop that shit on the
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| internet and when I see you
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| I’m a tuck in my denim where my sock at, cock back and to swing at your jaw
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| smack, man somebody tell him to fall back
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| The salt of it at just cost it, probably got a weapon in the octagon
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| I stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on, what you thought, come on,
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| it’s my time man your watch is wrong
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| I’m gone, I’m on a whole nother playing field, my name is still Buzzing
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| I’m fuckin up the streets to watch it. |
| Rollin up the Sour D in the Cutlass
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| supreme
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| Fuckers put a grin in the name of Marcus, took a dream, it was steam and people
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| garbage
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| It was keen, momma I’m a be me regardless
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| People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I’m an easy target
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| Eatin Zani bars n drink at tops, I got them feeling like a billion
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| Switched on, Flinstone, make this buzzom his own
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| You ain’t know you grind, but I stay your man
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| So what you do, peace more. |
| You all niggas real fake, my own nigga’s Bill Gates
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| Killing the industry with the difference a gear make
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| I’m here for your ear sake, you wanna hear grey
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| You fucked up your look, I can hear a mirror brake
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| You make it so basic fall, the stairway to heaven you’re in lead to my basement
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| Based in the fucking basement it’s amazing the Matrix that I hazzle keeps save
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| 'em
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| Hits give 'em the consake, won’t cite, I’m a psycho when I write like a riffle
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| Took out on my write ons, I swear that I blast every track man on the Bible
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| Back on, H squad, I came in the hood, nigga, just like y’all
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| Love I stand on my own two feet, but the haters they pray that I just might fall
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| No, never there, I drop classics, nigga, give me that
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| See how my name buzz on the internet, if it’s me against the world than I’m
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| winning that
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| See? |
| Look, my niggas trouble like five in the bank, you bullshiting like five
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| in the tank
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| See, I grind for mine, I earn my shots so why ain’t got another nigga to thank
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| More, please, get me gang at a young age, say niggas only reviews on the front
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| page
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| And I know that’s true, so you leave me in my eyes and do what you gotta do to
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| make sure that’s you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Billion Bucks , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album Freebasing With Kevin Bacon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп