| Big body Caddy, lane-switching
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| Sipping oil, smelling like I’m paint thinner
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| 12 tryna build a case with ya
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| Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
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| Things change ‘round shiny things
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| Make it hard to even face niggas
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| Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
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| Pray my son not a fake nigga
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| Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
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| Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
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| Front the jays if you running plays
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| I ain’t never scared of no nigga
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| I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
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| Really could’ve been a door-kicker
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| Pray whatever, if it stay together
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| We could whip it up and make the dope thicker
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| Ayy, switch up the style, switch up the style
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| I got it running for miles, ayy
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| I got the sauce, I got the style
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| I’ve been tripping for a while, ayy
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| I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda
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| A bitch gon' be giving medulla, ayy
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| I had that fish in the cooler, ayy
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| Cash out then they in collusion, ayy
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| Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee, ayy
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| Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee (Woo!)
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| Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s thirsty, ayy
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| And skrrt in her mouth, it’s polluted (Woo!)
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| Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless (Woo!)
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| Whippin' the coupe with the ruler, ayy
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| Whippin' the coupe with no roof, ayy
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| I had the vision to do it
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| Big body Caddy, lane-switching
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| Sipping oil, smellin' like I’m paint thinner
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| 12 tryna build a case wit' ya
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| Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
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| Things change ‘round shiny things
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| Make it hard to even face niggas
|
| Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
|
| Pray my son not a fake nigga
|
| Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
|
| Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
|
| Front the jays if you running plays
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| I ain’t never scared of no nigga
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| I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
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| Really could’ve been a door-kicker
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| Pray whatever, if it stay together
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| We could whip it up and make the dope thicker
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| Ayy, I got a bitch, she a nudist (She with it)
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| I got me fixing my jewelry
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| I need a brick and a pension (That brick in it)
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| I hit that bitch in my Guccis (Fuck it up)
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| Fuckin' a fuck about friendship (Fuck it up)
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| I got that fish that we casting, ayy
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| I’m the same nigga from the Chi, ugh (Yeah)
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| Same nigga from the Chi
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| Know a lotta lame niggas switch sides, ugh
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| Different colors on the ride
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| Like a nigga paint a picture with a pot (Woo!)
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| Whole thing on the way (Yeah)
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| Quarterthing on the block (Woo!)
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| Ugh, I’ma pop a molly, keep me activated
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| Smoking California, keep me medicated
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| Find a plug on the activator
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| Ran it to him, never hesitated
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| Pop a 30 milligram percolator
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| Pussy good, might see you later
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| Rolling kush good, might see you later
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| All these niggas is impersonators
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| I’ma be a stuntman forever
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| Big body Caddy, lane-switching
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| Sipping oil, smelling like I’m paint thinner
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| 12 tryna build a case with ya
|
| Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
|
| Things change ‘round shiny things
|
| Make it hard to even face niggas
|
| Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
|
| Pray my son not a fake nigga
|
| Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
|
| Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
|
| Front the jays if you running plays
|
| I ain’t never scared of no nigga
|
| I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
|
| Really could’ve been a door-kicker
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| Pray whatever, if it stay together
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| We could whip it up and make the— |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paint Thinner , by - Joey Purp. Song from the album QUARTERTHING, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп