| I figured I could get it cheaper if I go and hit my plug out in Puerto Rico
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| Fifty cal desert eagle get to squeezing when a nigga feelin' evil
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| Big smile on my face when I look over, see the trap phone ringing
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| Where was you nigga when I didn’t have shit, now you’re comin' with opinions
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| I was taught growin' up that I’d never have to answer to another nigga
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| I was taught growin' up that you never roll with niggas that be in they feelings
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| Ups and downs in the trap game got me trappin' hard, turned me to a menace
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| I’m vacayin' on an island but my money still workin' on the fucking west
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| I got two niggas, Smith and Wes'
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| I don’t give a fuck about a threat
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| Doin' donuts in the ‘Vette
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| Yellow diamonds on my neck
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| Ride ‘round, mind gone, can’t even think, nigga too high
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| Two trap spots, two trap phones, goddamn, nigga too fly
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| I checked the mail like two times
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| Yeah I’m waiting on that pink slip
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| I hit the chopper with the rubber grip
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| Lately I been on some other shit
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| Damn
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| Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
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| Is this real life? |
| got a nigga trippin'
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| I’m just asking
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| I’m just asking
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| Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
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| Is this real life? |
| got a nigga trippin'
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| I’m just asking
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| I’m just asking
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| Riding by myself ‘cause I don’t trust niggas
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| Old hating ass nigga, I hope a bus hit ya
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| Dope man, dope man, got it for the cheaper
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| Chop down, chop down
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| Ride around with a MAC, gotta move different when you really havin' money
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| Check that boy for a wire, nigga acting funny, nigga I don’t really trust him
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| Four five wrapped in a towel, had to grab mine, heard them niggas coming
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| FN with the skinny nose, got it sounding like a rock band drumming
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| I been out of my mind
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| Bae I gotta go now
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| I been working so hard
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| It’s all a nigga know now
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| Rocking Bally’s on my way to valley
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| Other bitch Italian, only feed her salad
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| On my way to Vegas, nigga fuck the mileage
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| Chopper break ya, sounding like you’re switching classes
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| I’m going steady so my check advancing
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| Organized crime got me living lavish
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| Overseas banking, got a few accountants
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| Put my bottom bitch in a new Audi
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| Triple eight white tee but that neck hit for like twenty-five thousand
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| Bounced out on a renegade like what’s up ma, need all of that
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| Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
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| Is this real life? |
| got a nigga trippin'
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| I’m just asking
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| I’m just asking
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| Sometimes I ask myself is this really living?
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| Is this real life? |
| got a nigga trippin'
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| I’m just asking
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| I’m just asking |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Just Askin' , by - Larry June. Song from the album Larry TWO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп