| I got a feeling, I just touched a million
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| Kushy got me going, I could touch the ceiling
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| When I kill it, same difference, I’m just feeling different
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| Mo' money, mo' problems, we just kill 'em different
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| But we still efficient
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| Bitch you know I’m fly no wings
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| Only married to the motherfucking money, bling, bling
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| I ain’t looking for attachment, we can fuck with no strings
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| I ain’t looking for a piece, bitch I want the whole thing like ya
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| I’ma show 'em ain’t no question who the baddest out, ya
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| Bout to give these bitches something to be mad about, ya
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| Bout to show them ain’t no question who the smartest out, ya
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| We be cruising even though we took the hardest route, ya
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| They know who the boss (yeah), foreign grill exhaust (yeah)
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| Everyday I floss (yeah), hygiene never off (yeah)
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| Like to turn 'em on, got 'em saying take it off (take it off)
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| I just tell 'em buckle up, cause we taking off (taking off)
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| Cause I be flying no wings on
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| Everybody wanna hit the ting, ting (yah)
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| Only answer to the money ring, ring
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| And the city hold me down, favorite sound ching, ching (ching, ching)
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| Cause I be flying no wings on
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| Everybody wanna hit the ting, ting (yah)
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| Only answer to the money ring, ring
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| And the city hold me down, favorite sound ching, ching (ching, ching)
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| We are not alike, we are not the same
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| I be high as fuck, you stuck in a lane
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| I’m so high about your bullshit, I don’t hear a sound
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| I’m so fly your bitches bullshit can’t bring me down
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| I don’t like to fuss, I just like to flex
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| Fucking up the game, now that’s my type of sex
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| Got to hustle, bitches didn’t even break a sweat
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| Your man looking, breaking necks
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| I got that feeling that we popping, we popping
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| Each day a movie and I know they watching, they plotting
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| I’m too addicted to this flying, my only option
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| These haters got so much in common, so no responding
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| Bitch my moves do the speaking
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| My trees do the reeking, everyday a celebration
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| Every night is like the weekend
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| We be overseeing, we be Sandy Beaching
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| Bitches always talking, get to pressing, they retreating
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| Fuck a reason, it’s my season
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| Cause I be flying no wings on
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| Everybody wanna hit the ting, ting (yah)
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| Only answer to the money ring, ring
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| And the city hold me down, favorite sound ching, ching (ching, ching)
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| Cause I be flying no wings on
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| Everybody wanna hit the ting, ting (yah)
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| Only answer to the money ring, ring
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| And the city hold me down, favorite sound ching, ching (ching, ching) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Wings, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song In My Own Lane, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп