| Cook that shit up Quay
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| Four Pockets Full, yeah, Four Pockets Full, yeah
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| Four Pockets Full, yeah, Four Pockets Full, yeah
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| Faded, I’m on that sizzurp
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| Then I’ma light my spliff up
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| I’m a big dog, y’all niggas teacups
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| On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
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| I don’t bite my tongue, I’ma speak up
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| Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
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| No deer but a nigga got big bucks
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| Stayed down on my grind and I came up
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| Bitch I don’t milly rock, I get the money
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| I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
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| Remember them old heads wouldn’t front me
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| I’m shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach
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| That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle
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| The things they dream about a nigga done done it
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| Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin'
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| Now I’m stickin' dick all in they stomach
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| Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna
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| No pussy in me but they know how I’m comin'
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| Drop a bag and he’ll be dead in the morning
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| Headshots, I ain’t sending no warnings
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| We don’t shoot at houses, we hit a target
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| They know I’m throwed off, they see I’m a target
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| No back and forth, we ain’t doin' no walkin'
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| I stand on my words, I ain’t doin' no barkin'
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| Faded, I’m on that sizzurp
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| Then I’ma light my spliff up
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| I’m a big dog, y’all niggas teacups
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| On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
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| I don’t bite my tongue, I’ma speak up
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| Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
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| No deer but a nigga got big bucks
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| Stayed down on my grind and I came up
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| Came up on them niggas, didn’t it
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| Hundred racks on me, I’ma spend it
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| This ain’t a coat, nigga this Givenchy
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| Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
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| Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system
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| Dog I ain’t know that was your sister
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| If I knew I still woulda hit her
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| Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah
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| Got the streets in a finger fold
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| Your baby mama got a deep throat
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| I ain’t kiddin', I don’t tell jokes
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| Who want beef, I want all the smoke
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| I’m ballin' on these niggas, check the score
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| Flexin' on the Gram with your bro
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| Your bitch told me everything I know
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| Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed
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| Faded, I’m on that sizzurp
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| Then I’ma light my spliff up
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| I’m a big dog, y’all niggas teacups
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| On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
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| I don’t bite my tongue, I’ma speak up
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| Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
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| No deer but a nigga got big bucks
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| Stayed down on my grind and I came up
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| Came up, came up on them niggas
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| I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
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| We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
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| We ain’t goin' for that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Too Hard, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп