| Man you boys can’t even sit with us, stupid
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| You dumb ass niggas
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| You really thought —
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| You really thought you could sit with us, stupid
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| Nigga look at my shoes
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| These is Louboutin’s, nigga
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| Young Rich Squad, man you boys can’t even sit with us
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| Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust
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| New block blower, pull up on you, finna paint you up
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| I get legal money, I don’t fuck with all that shady stuff
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| Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
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| Pullin' out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete
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| I don’t wanna squabble, get the burner to your ass cheeks
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| Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass, B
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| Never let a nigga act rowdy, that’s a bitch move
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| Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
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| I won’t never sell another gram I make rich moves
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| If I go broke I’ma get it out my bitch shoes
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| Walk to imperial and back, lil' baby
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| You ain’t even wild, bro, stop acting crazy
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| Fuck your pussy, give me dome first
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| Brodie at your crib with that led, call that home work
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| Find out when you sleep, then we run up with that chrome burst
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| 16 bars in this chop, like a long verse
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| Been on the block, finna ball like it’s cancer
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| Said that I’m broke, shake my head get your bands up
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| She wanna fuck, LOL, that’s my answer
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| If bro hit the lick, then we both got that hammer
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| Young Rich Squad man you boys can’t even sit with us
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| Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust
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| New block blower, pull up on you, finna paint you up
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| I get legal money, I don’t fuck with all that shady stuff
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| Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
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| Pullin out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete
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| I don’t wanna squabble, get the burner on your ass cheeks
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| Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass, B
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| Never let a nigga act rowdy, that’s a bitch move
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| Niggas really stalking on my gram like my bitch do
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| I won’t never sell another gram I make rich moves
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| If I go broke I’ma get it out my bitch shoes
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| Walk to imperial and back, lil' baby
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| You ain’t even wild, bro, stop acting crazy
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| I remember I was broke, I ain’t have none
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| Now my fit is all designer in this Aston
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| Martin in this bitch, I’ma kick her out like Pam son
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| All these niggas want my sauce, nigga, y’all like plankton
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| Broke where bitch? |
| This ice on my neck
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| He ain’t got no bullets in that gun, why he flex
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| Feel like I’m Nike cause I got these checks
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| She give head with no hands, bitch look like a T-Rex, I’m gone
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| Young Rich Squad, man you boys can’t even sit with us
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| Said he fly as me, boy, you must be smokin' angel dust
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| New block blower, pull up on you, finna paint you up
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| I get legal money, I don’t fuck with all that shady stuff
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| Hit 80 bands off the rap like last week
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| Pullin' out the burner, now he runnin' like an athlete
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| Ion wanna squabble, get the burner on your ass cheeks
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| Stupid ass nigga thought he finna get a pass, B
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| Dummy
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| You a stupid ass nigga, I don’t wanna hear it
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| Over, over, over, over, over, over, over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tables , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Stackin P's, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп