| If we on the team, we ain’t sharin' different goals
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| We came from nothin' and we did it on our own
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| I appreciate the highs, can’t forget about the lows
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| Young nigga steady comin' out the cold, woah
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| I need a milli by next year
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| Don’t it feel good when the check clear
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| I’ve been on cruise control, you really don’t wanna see me and my next gear
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| On track, he make it louder
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| No love for you cowards
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| Why your face so sour?
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| I’ve just been takin' my chances
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| From my dungeon to a mansion
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| I Diddy bop in the Hamptons
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| And MMMBop like the Hanson’s
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| Big wolf on campus
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| Come pop it for the camera
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| Met a ting from Atlanta
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| Try to tell me she a dancer
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| And I keep my bidness in tact
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| I say a prayer every morning
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| I keep them demons off my back
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| She say «Cuzzi please relax»
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| Go and tell 'em I’m relaxed
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| And everyday I’m spittin' facts, yeah
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| I’m xtra terrestrial
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| The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case)
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| Niggas they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
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| Fuck it, we gon' let 'em know (let 'em know)
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| Situation’s gettin' sticky
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| My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with the blicky)
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| Young nigga from the city
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| It’s really hard to miss me, yeah
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| Ay, ay, ay
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| I got a penny for thought (yeah)
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| Look at the niggas that came at Jacuzzi, promise you many have lost (lost)
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| We are not losing this toast (yeah)
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| I keep my bags in the vault (yeah)
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| Say you a real nigga but my shit pop, how it never your fault?
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| Livin' my cause and effect
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| I’ma go grind for the check
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| We gon' pull up in the Porsche then we gon' leave in the jet
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| Then we gon' even the bet, ay
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| I see you talkin' instead of makin' a record but don’t wanna see me obsessed
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| Momma, tellin' me I need sleep
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| Tell her «I'm gonna sleep when I’m dead»
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| Bitches are losing their minds
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| I take em two at a time
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| She will not fuck with a swine
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| The moment I fuck her and leave her, Jacuzzi gon' be on her mind
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| You want my time you gotta pay
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| But I ain’t payin' you no mind
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| I’ve been out of space, out of my mind
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| I’m xtra terrestrial
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| The plug, the professionnal
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| Niggas they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
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| Fuck it, we gon' let 'em know (let 'em know)
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| Situation’s gettin' sticky
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| My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with the blicky)
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| Young nigga from the city
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| It’s really hard to miss me, yeah
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| I’m xtra terrestrial
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| The plug, the professionnal
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| Niggas they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
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| Fuck it, we gon' let 'em know (let 'em know)
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| Situation’s gettin' sticky
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| My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with the blicky)
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| Young nigga from the city
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| It’s really hard to miss me, yeah
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| Yeah, pssh
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| Cuzzi man, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song • XTRA TERRESTRIAL, artist - Jazz Cartier. Album song Fleurever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп