| Aye, automatic, automatic
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| Automatic, automatic, panoramic coupe
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| That’s my girl, she like to ride panoramic too
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| We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
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| We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
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| Roll my weed, then
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| Pour my lean
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| Would you believe I’m blowin' up?
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| Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
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| Hard to deal with this depression lately I’ve been throwin' up
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| The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
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| My phone been off the meter
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| My phone been off the meter
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| And don’t want nobody around me
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| Fantasizing about me
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| They can wait down in the lobby
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| Privacy, please need my privacy
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| Oh, whoever thought you would lie to me
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| Supposed to be right here on the side of me
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| Countin' me out and you doubted me
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| Street nigga, I hit the lottery
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| We was supposed to be married
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| Pack all our bags, run away to the altar
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| Anyone play with my love put a dent in they shit like the strait of Gibraltar
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| God love his children, he’s awesome
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| He sent me an angel who’s flawless
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| Got shot in my mouth in '05
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| Knocked out my teeth, it was awful
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| Was rendered unconscious, I called you
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| 4:30 AM, you recall it?
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| Now that’s just a thing of the past
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| We in the Lennox and turned up retarded
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| Roll my weed, then
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| Pour my lean
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| Would you believe I’m blowin' up?
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| Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
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| Hard to deal with this depression lately I’ve been throwin' up
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| The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
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| My phone been off the meter
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| My phone been off the meter
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| And want nobody around me
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| Fantasizing about me
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| They can wait down in the lobby
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| Privacy, please leave my privacy
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| We trying to run the money up there like way, way high
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| We trying to run the money up there like way, way high
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| You know what time it is
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| Niggas in they feelings on my timeline
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| Pay them no mind again
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| Out my mind
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| Don’t know what time I’ll be arriving
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| But I’m alone
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| No one alive could do your body like I do
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| Got a plug from out of town and we’ve been making major moves
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| I know Vyron Carter, the real Vyron Carter
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| Actin' like you don’t believe me
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| Pull out my phone, I could call her
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| Breadwinner, never change
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| We the strongest label in the game
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| Cocaine paint on the Range
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| And it’s money over everything
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| A couple niggas switched on me Lord
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| But I’ma still stay the same
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| Rolling round, I’ma row it down, boulevard mail in the paint
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| Roll my weed, then
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| Pour my lean
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| Would you believe I’m blowin' up?
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| Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up
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| Hard to deal with this depression lately I’ve been throwin' up
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| The hoes they used to hate me, love me now
|
| My phone been off the meter
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| My phone been off the meter
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| And want nobody around me
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| Fantasizing about me
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| They can wait down in the lobby
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| Privacy, please leave my privacy
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| I don’t want to talk to nobody
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| Panoramic coupe
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| That’s my girlfriend she like to ride panoramic too
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| We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
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| We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof
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| Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe
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| Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off da Meter, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Murder for Hire 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп