| And I’m out to murder niggas' ghostwriters
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| Put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer (pap-pap-pap-pap)
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| Pull up to the stu' in all black attire
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| Then I step inside and set that bitch on fire (yup)
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| When I drop shit, bet they fuckin' with it (woo!)
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| Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it
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| I was on my boss shit at the night shift
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| While you was on your knees suckin' dick to get it (uh-huh)
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| Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it (yeah)
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| If they ain’t come from Louis, you won’t see me in it (yeah)
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| Got the tinted foreign, they can’t see me in it (uh-huh)
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| And I stay with bills like I’m Mrs. Clinton (yeah)
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| Google «boss bitch», what’s the definition? |
| (me)
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| But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition
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| Man, take that jersey off, play your position
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| Make hoes disappear, big killer magician (woo, woo, ah!)
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Bitches can’t fuck with my moves (they can’t)
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| I do what I wanna do (I do)
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| Fast car go vroom (skrrt)
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| Vroom, vroom (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Sweep 'em up like a broom
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| Hardest bitch in the room (ooh)
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| Marry the gang, no groom (uh-huh)
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| Racks, racks
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| I need a whole lotta that (money)
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| Stacks, stacks (woo!)
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| Fuck around and tax all that (tax)
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| I call the shots, I don’t call back (nope)
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| Sign shit like a Zodiac (sign)
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| Man yee ain’t hot, who told you that? |
| (who?)
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| You bitches lost, Google Maps
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| Turn the volume up in this bitch (do it)
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| Start a riot up in this bitch (do it)
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| Better crank this motherfucker so loud
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| That the speaker’s blow in this bitch (ah)
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| How you mad 'cause I’m gettin' rich? |
| (why you mad?)
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| Middle fingers to whoever switch (fuck 'em)
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| Fuck your system up, I’m a glitch
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| And I heard your new shit, it made me itch (Lord)
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| But bitches ain’t fuckin' with me
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| So, I swerved off and I took the lead (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| The only tracks you hoes ever tear up
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| Is them tracks you got glued in your weave (oh my God)
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| Flow sick as fuck, I need meds (woo)
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| Like a Advil, I’m at they heads (I am)
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| Heard everything these hoes said
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| Drop the skull emoji 'cause I’m dead (ah)
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| My pockets green like backdrop
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| Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop (uh-huh)
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| I’m the franchise, you the mascot (you are)
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| Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot (Lord)
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| I’m the bigger picture, go connect the dots (uh-huh)
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| They don’t think I see them when they scheme and plot
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| Tired of babysittin', yeah I’m finna stop (it is)
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| All these hoes my kids but I don’t adopt (ooh)
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Bitches can’t fuck with my moves (they can’t)
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| I do what I wanna do (I do)
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| Fast car go vroom (skrrt)
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| Vroom, vroom (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Sweep 'em up like a broom
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| Hardest bitch in the room (ooh)
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| Marry the gang, no groom (uh-huh)
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| Racks, racks
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| I need a whole lotta that (money)
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| Stacks, stacks (woo!)
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| Fuck around and tax all that (tax)
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| I call the shots, I don’t call back (nope)
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| Sign shit like a Zodiac (sign)
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| Man yee ain’t hot, who told you that? |
| (who?)
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| You bitches lost, Google Maps |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Google Maps , by - Killumantii. Song from the album Yellow Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп