| All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
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| She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
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| Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
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| Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson
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| And know we all 'bout the bankroll
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| But got a car for every color of the rainbow
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| Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
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| I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m ridin' dirty with (ya dig it now?)
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| Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
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| Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
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| And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
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| And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
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| Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack
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| Niggas ain’t tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the fuck
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| is that
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| Nigga that’s some car cold that’s on the hill, side note I want a mill
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| Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
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| Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
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| Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain’t waste no
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| time
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| This that trap music, urban legend
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| Bitch I’m a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
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| Case a nigga wanna test me
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| Fuck it man, fuck it man, motivate all my niggas, I’ma stack this shit up with
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| my team
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| Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans (payroll)
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| Drag racin' on Peachtree, that’s some shit that you’ve never seen
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| Now I’m here with the king
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| And know we all 'bout the bankroll
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| But got a car for every color of the rainbow
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| Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
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| I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m ridin' dirty with (ya dig it now?)
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| Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
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| Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
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| And all we know is double up and stay fly
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| And run that check up, be a hustler till I die, till I die, till I die
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| Hold up, what it look like
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| I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
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| Going hard, on an all-nighter
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| And then I give it back to ya nigga I don’t like her
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| Did shit easy or 1−2-3, 911 in emergency
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| If I swerve this Lac and and spill this Yac
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| Keep my lane young bitch, the car 'bout that, ho check it
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| Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
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| Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
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| Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence
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| Fully automatic let you have these pellets
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| Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga
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| We’re puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla
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| Got a bad bitch with no thong with em
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| And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
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| So good made her run it back
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| Yo, she said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double
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| that
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| The nigga had her eating double stacks
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| I fill her pockets full with double stack
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| She doing right, get another rack
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| Crib with a hella pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
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| Run out of cash, nigga, never that
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| Accept
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| And know we all 'bout the bankroll
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| But got a car for every color of the rainbow
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| Fuck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
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| I shoot that hoe with the .44 I’m ridin' dirty with (ya dig it now?)
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| Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
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| Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
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| And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
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| And run that check up, be a hustler till I die, till i die, till i die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till I Die , by - K Camp. Song from the album Only Way Is Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп