| Drop the top just to feel the breeze
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| I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me
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| I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me
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| I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me
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| If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| I’m fucking, you’re wifing that bitch
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| I ain’t concerned with these hoes
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| Grinding all night to get rich
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| So I can stunt on my foes
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| Spend like one band on these kicks
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| Spend like two bands on these clothes
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| Flexing you already know
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| Booming you already know
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| She choosing I already know
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| Know that she fucking for sho'
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| Jump, jump, top in the beemer
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| Plotting on getting a Rolls
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| And I ride round with that nina
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| I gotta' stay on my toes
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| Drop the top just to feel the breeze
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| I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me
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| I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me
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| I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me
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| If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that
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| On the edge, don’t tip me
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| Drunk and driving, I’m pissy
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| My old bitch text me, she miss me
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| Only ten West don’t want fifty
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| Old bitch with some new cheese
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| And my whip worth three keys
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| Niggas came from a tenspeed
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| Now I’m flexing in a sixspeed
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| Balenci we don’t do that Prada
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| Now trick on these hoes they get nada
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| Spent five on these clothes on my momma
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| That’s thousands nigga, not dollars
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| We do it all for the commas
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| Block hot like hotel with Wanda
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| We got the sticks for the drama
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| with them lamas
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| I swear to God I’m
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| All about the dollars, even fifty cent
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| I’m getting rich or die trying
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| Lil' nigga I’m the plug and the middle man
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| Cutthroat yeah we did it again
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| Niggas thought that I lost it
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| How was that when my bank account got six O’s like a nigga off salsa?
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| Drop the top just to feel the breeze
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| I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me
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| I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me
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| I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me
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| If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that dough
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| Only concerned with that
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| Only concerned with that
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| Hey nigga I think you gotta start acting serious nigga
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| Gonna come round and slash these tires if you don’t pull up on me,
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| I know them motherfuckers cost a rack each. |
| Pull up Fatts, come on, pull up
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| It’s not that hard to answer the phone. |
| It’s not going straight to voicemail so
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| I know my number’s not blocked
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| I’m out here my nigga, |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feel The Breeze , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album I'll Call You Tomorrow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп