| Young Rich Squad
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| Woah
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| Yeah, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
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| Blessed all yeah, thank God, all true
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| Spilled Hennessy on my Prada shoes
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| Woah, yeah
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| Said I’ma opp gon' slide, he won’t
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| Act like he be outside, he don’t
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| Said he make music, it’s fire, he choke
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| Haha, yeah
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| Bitch, I’ve been in my bag today
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| Strip club, throwin' them bands away
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| He talk smoke, then ran away
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| New phone call, «I'm Ben, who this?»
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| This my plug, he sent the bricks
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| He lost two, said «Damn, I’m pissed»
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| We just simple men, but, shit
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| Ex girl mad, must be the lust
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| Lied too much, can’t be to trust
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| I get bread, I eat the crust
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| I grind my life, like weed to dust
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| Nigga talk shit, I love to hate
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| Slime OT, he love the Wraith
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| I eat good, I love the cake, yeah
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| Young Rich Squad, I love to make
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| I count bands, no problem, nigga
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| Bro come through, I’m stallin', nigga
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| One phone call, we robbed them niggas
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| They guess who here, like Stalin, nigga
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| Boy, I’m stunnin' your bitch, mm, mm
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| Maison Margiela my fit, mm, mm
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| Paid thirty bands, my wrist, mm, mm
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| Niggas don’t made my list, uh, uh, look
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| These real tattoos hurt, you dig?
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| These real niggas come murder your kids
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| Yo' girl call, I work assist
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| New OG, I work your bitch
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| Woah, yeah
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| Don’t jack boys, we okay, okay
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| These Saint Laurent, not Obey, okay
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| I get the money then go play, no way
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| Niggas talkin' shit, get robbed out, Robins
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| Yes you a goon, bitch, I’m them goblins
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| 300 clips, bitch, I’m with them Spartans
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| Ha, anyways, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
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| Do you wanna marry to the money? |
| I said, «I do»
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| Yeah, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
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| Blessed all yeah, thank God, all true
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| Spilled Hennessy on my Prada shoes
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| Woah, yeah
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| Said I’ma opp, then slide, he won’t
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| Act like he be outside, he don’t
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| Said he make music, it’s fire, he choke
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| Haha, woah
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| Bitch, I’ve been in my bag today
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| Strip club, throwin' them bands away
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| He talk smoke, then ran away, yeah
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| Shorty ask if I get bread, I do
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| Shawty wanna marry to the money, I do
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| Shawty wanna-, I do
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| I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do)
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| I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do), I do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Do , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп