| L.A. dolla, mothafuckin' get
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| Yeah, look
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| Walkin' through the back door, through the kitchen like an owner
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| Lookin' like a million bucks, and smell like Marijuana
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| Eyes lowered on my cut, being followed by a star
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| Resemblance been the highest, she be wit me from the start
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| Desperado, no confusing, we killin' wit the music
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| Clip is loaded, any moment I can shoot it
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| The rap game, Toreto heavy foot up on that pedal
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| And still be do niggas, I ain’t got no time to meddle
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| I just mind my own, lay low and get this paper
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| And come down on some makers, make the wildlife my neighbor
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| Ocean in the back, Porsche is in the front
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| But I’mma be inside, rollin' up that skunk
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| Thinkin' bout the next move, takin' ova this game
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| Moe together, bet ya stay outta this lane
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| Zed life to that next, have sex in that hatch
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| Lookin' like and OG, y’all niggas look stressed
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| Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it
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| Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public
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| Don’t be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes
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| Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches is go
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| Yeah, them bitches is go
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| Yeah, them bitches is clean
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| See me shifting them gears, still riding the lean
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| Sittin' low when I’m floating, causing commotion with Bubbles
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| She keep on saying she love me, I guess this bitch wanna Oscar
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| Now I’m livin' too proper, is it ever too far from your scheme?
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| I press that ignore button, hunt the chick of your dreams
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| Ain’t got no time for that baby, we gotta hustle the bill
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| I got my mind on this paper, so right now fuck how you feel!
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| I just smokin' on purple, riding slugs on the bussy
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| I ain’t loosing my focus, this shit feel like the movie
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| Like the intro to Belly, walking slow through the crowd
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| I just came wit my niggas, and they presence is loud
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| When they got me a Keisha, back at home, she a keeper
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| Anger, oh, sge be bitching, but she stay wit that reefa
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| Yeah, sge down wit this shit, all about gettin' payed
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| So she rollin' wit me, I let her feel my own swade
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| Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it
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| Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public
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| Don’t be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes
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| Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches a go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suede , by - LE$. Song from the album Expansion Pack - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп