| Everybody eatin' like it’s catered
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| Four in the baby like my bitch in labor
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| If I put you on you turn your back on me then you a traitor
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| Everytime I get a check, I hit my knees and say a prayer
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| Like I’m gettin money
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| Smokin' under pressure
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| You don’t burn gas like a motherfuckin Tesla
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| Those ain’t diamonds, someone get a diamond tester
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| Yeah, look at your rings boy they faker than a restore
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| I ain’t drop a song all year, look at this money that’s impressive
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| Gotta keep the pistol by my side bitch I’m obsessive
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| OK, that’s your bitch I hit and run, she need progressive
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| We don’t do no typin
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| We find out addresses
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| We just starting wars
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| We don’t have remorse
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| We just go onstage and call out names just like awards
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| I got suicide doors
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| Now my car look like a corpse
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| My Glocks got extensions like motherfuckin cors
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| This shit is real life can’t build no motherfuckin forest
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| Keep thinkin shit sweet like the penthouse floor
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| I just cop them pounds and break them up like a divorce
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| I got that firework like this the motherfuckin Fourth
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| I’m ballin like I’m standing on a court full of dwarfs
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| And when it come to my money don’t be motherfuckin short
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| I pass the bitch, she yours
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| I’m ballin check the scores
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| I came up off the rebound, that’s assist points and boards
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| I’m right but you don’t understand me like this shit ain’t legible
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| The way these artists spitting nowadays just ain’t acceptable
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| Maybe I’m too technical
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| Or maybe they should throw you out the game just like two technicals
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| Young Hollywood, incredible
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| That’s facts
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| (What up)
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| I’m strapped
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| (What up)
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| Don’t lack me
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| (Whatever)
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| Yeah don’t ask
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| Got the game on lock I finally changed the combination
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| Told her «ride this dick», she did it like it’s transportation
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| I came up from nothin, rags to riches, transformation
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| Was sleeping on me for a minute call that hibernation
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| I stopped sipping codeine, but sometimes get a temptation
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| Tryna join the game where there’s rules and regulations
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| Boy you said trippin where you get your information
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| And cut your life short like it’s an abbreviation
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| On my way to the top, that’s my destination
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| Got a lot of work and I don’t mean no occupation
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| People tryna sue me, I could show your ass the statements
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| If I beat an artists ass, then that’s a motherfuckin placement
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| Try me or my dogs and guns get drawn like illustrations
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| Been trippin for awhile that’s a long vacation
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| Hollywood Baby, and Broward County Raised
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| And God told me be patient
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| Stay down till you come up finally made it
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| Doin this forever old hunnids boy they ancient
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| Solid foundation
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| Boy this shit amazing
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| And I’m so motherfuckin thankful
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| QC the label, they put a million on the table |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FINALLY , by - Jordan Hollywood. Song from the album FINALLY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп