| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hundred shots at his crew, that’s a flatline
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| Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
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| Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
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| Girl, I’ll pull up on you on my spare time
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| Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
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| Comin' through the back of the club, I’m not in line
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| And this chopper drummin' like it’s Drumline
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| Catch you down bad and your allies
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| I’ll pass it out
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| Girl, stop all that trippin', I’ll pass it out
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| Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
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| Hope you ain’t trippin', pull these bands out
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| Out that Draco, it’s a lot of shots
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| Yeah, we creepin' with your main ho
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| Fuck 12, not pullin' over, not the Rover
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| Balenciaga drip, yeah, the pullover
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| Money, keep it on me like a damn Trojan
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| Stuff it in my pants, can’t even walk, ho
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| Stuff it in my pants, I’m 'bout to fall over
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| Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all chokers
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| Diamonds real wet just like a Super Soaker (Yeah)
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| Let’s chop this shit down like a lawnmower (Yeah)
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| When that chopper spit, it’s like a flamethrower (Yeah)
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| Baguettes on me now whiter than baking soda (Yeah)
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| I got a pink slip, you ain’t got a fucking toy
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| Shout out Juan, if he havin' Runtz, he havin' the real odor
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| Mixed with the Baccarat squirts, homie
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| Had to Numba Nine your own mans on you
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Hundred shots at his crew, that’s a flatline
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| Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
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| Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
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| Girl, I’ll pull up on you on my spare time
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| Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
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| Comin' through the back of the club, I’m not in line
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| And this chopper drummin' like it’s Drumline
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| Catch you down bad and your allies
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| I’ll pass it out
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| Girl, stop all that trippin', I’ll pass it out
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| Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
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| Hope you ain’t trippin', pull these bands out
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| Out that Draco, it’s a lot of shots
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| Yeah, the bottom of that Draco, that’s a red dot
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| Yeah, we callin' D1 hoes from bein' a thot thot
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| Yeah, she warm up the pipe, I call her Hot Pocket
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| Play with the gang, we push your shit back like a drop
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| D-R-A-C-O, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco
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| Pullin' up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo, Benzo
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| Kick in the door to the spot, and we headin' out the backdoor (Let's go)
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| Didn’t have to beat the pot, said some words and got my racks up
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| Talkin' out your neck can get you hurt and held for ransom
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| Done fucked around and put some jewels on me, that’s a dirty dancer
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| Two door coupe, I’m ridin' with my mama, banana sticks, got ammo
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| Got on hightop Versace, I’m rockin' that shit with Gucci pajamas
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| Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas smokin' on that dank dope
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| 7.62 hit your spot, take off your face, dawg
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| Start a new wave and watch my old wave break up
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| Round up them sticks and hit your block and have a standoff
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| Hundred shots at his crew, that’s a flatline
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| Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
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| Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
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| Girl, I’ll pull up on you on my spare time
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| Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
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| Comin' through the back of the club, I’m not in line
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| And this chopper drummin' like it’s Drumline
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| Catch you down bad and your allies
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| I’ll pass it out
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| Girl, stop all that trippin', I’ll pass it out
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| Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
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| Hope you ain’t trippin', pull these bands out
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| Out that Draco, it’s a lot of shots |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass It Out , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп