| I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit
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| Can I talk a lil' shit?
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| I mean, Lidocaine, Isotole, Bolivia, mother of pearl, Acetone
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| We really in the streets with it
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| With the acetone, recompress it back (I do)
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| Took a 4-way out his one and its jumpin' back
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| Five hunnit racks on a whole pack
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| Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
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| Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)
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| Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p’s
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| Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)
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| Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p’s
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me and just been like «Ay who the big dog is?»
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| I’m getting 'em whole, I’m gettin' the load
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| They come off a plane, they come off a boat
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| The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)
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| Backin' back into the zone (beep)
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| Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
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| Text message I settle it wrong
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| Take somethin' your neck a' be gone
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| Yeen' knowing I’m connected, I’m strong
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| I send a hit and the pressure be on
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| Ridin' in Bentley’s mind your business, I’m the business
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| We in the buildin'
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| Breadwinner, Mafia Material
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| Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
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| Real one I look in the mirror
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| Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle
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| Hold on boo don’t get hysterical
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| We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary
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| That’s if you scary, I am not scary
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| You are not fresh
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| What are you wearin'?
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| When I get dressed, people are starin'
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| Think what you want, I am not carin'
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| That my lil' hoe, I don’t mind sharin'
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| She keep it solid, movin' in silence
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| Every time, a lil hearing impaired
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| Nobody perfect, we understand
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| Bought her kicks gave her some bands
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| She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
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| I hit from the back, I make her tap
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| Pullin her hair, we in the trap
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| All the J’s, seen 'er naked
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| Still servin' while I’m flexin'
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| Shirt off and I’m sexy
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| Skrt off in the Lexus
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| Straight raw, I’m a legend
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| Gold mack 9.11
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| Rap talk, I’m a veteran
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| Cookin' a brick and I’m makin it stiff
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| I got it coolin' right in the kitchen
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| Food boomin' right in the trenches
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| New booty give me your digits
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| Stickin' dick all in your kidneys, new jewelry, really ridiculous
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| New coupe, removable ceilings
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| Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
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| Ice movin' all in my dentures
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| Bitch bad, booty got dimples
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| Freckle face, the dude, he got pimples
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| Dunk her off, she’s livin' in Denham
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| Migo call, tell him to send em
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| Wrong sides, service delivered
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| Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
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| No choice, forced me to kill him
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| My swag, you cannot mimic
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| This how, I’m really livin'
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| Truth be told, I’m one of them niggas
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| Truth be told, I showed a few niggas
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| I’m a trophy, I’m in the city
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| Trap spot, we goin' digi'
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| Push button, punish her with it
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| Glitch comin', in a few minutes
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| Say lil' daddy «why you pretending?»
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| Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be livin'
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| Pull up on side ya, hop out and finish
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| I’m really wit' it, standin' attention
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| Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Five ton jack
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| With the metal box
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| Fourth quarter pressure
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| Breadwinners stamp
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| With the metal box
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| Five ton jack
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| Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)
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| Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p’s
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| Cell phone ring that’s another hunnit g’s (hello?)
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| Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p’s
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| Show me where I ain’t a real nigga dawg?
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| Show me where I hated on a nigga for?
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| Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better nigga
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| Ya heard me?
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| I appreciate your loyalty |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luca Brasi (Freestyle), artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп