| Ridin' with a drake in the crack of the seat
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| I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
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| Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
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| Had to add it up, put them racks on me
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| And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
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| Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
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| See me gettin' a lil money, now they all on me
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| But they wasn’t even ridin' with me when the car on E
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| Told 'em I’d keep it goin', yeah, told 'em I’d keep it flowin', yeah
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| I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
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| Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
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| Opportunity kickin' in my door
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| I’ma get some bread and get some more
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| And buy everything I couldn’t afford
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| And, said she wanna ride with a slimeball
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| I done lost some brothers to the graveyard
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| Chuggin' all the lean 'til the pain numb
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| Pull a nigga’s string like a guitar, yeah
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| 'Cause you popped a nigga, think you real hard, yeah
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| Yeah you not bad, watch the real ones
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| And pussy nigga we don’t fear nothin', yeah
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| Me and Paper on another level, major league
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| Private flights to overseas
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| Drippin' on 'em, Italy
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| And the denim European
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| I had to wake up, yeah
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| Nigga can’t touch us, yeah
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| Draco with the nuts, yeah
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| Blow a nigga ass up, yeah
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| Ridin' with a drake in the crack of the seat
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| I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
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| Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
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| Had to add it up, put them racks on me
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| And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
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| Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
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| See me gettin' a lil money, now they all on me
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| But they wasn’t even ridin' with me when the car on E
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| Told 'em I’d keep it goin', yeah, told 'em I’d keep it flowin', yeah
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| I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
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| Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
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| Opportunity kickin' in my door
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| I’ma get some bread and get some more
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| And buy everything I couldn’t afford
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| I want everything I couldn’t afford
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| I can’t even get a car 'cause my first car gotta be foreign
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| I’m tryna ride inside a foreign
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| And fuck that new Honda Accord
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| And bitch you know I’m double-R
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| I want that double-R with suicide doors
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| I got paper, I want more
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| Can’t never have too much of this shit
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| Ain’t never had a bust on my wrist
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| 'Til I went put that bust on my wrist
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| And I’m too poppin', you watchin', all the niggas you copy
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| I’ma shoot you to see what your crew do 'bout it
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| Pull up Bentley coupe, nigga I ain’t stunt the Bugatti
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| Me and Keed on the beat, ride it like a Ducatti
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| Who poppin', you poppin', why them niggas crew hoppin'
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| Claim everything, screamin' gang, whatever crew poppin'
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| Grippin' on that drake while I’m sippin' champagne
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| Have a nigga thinkin' two poppers, but this ain’t two gotti
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| Put my ice on the table like I’m playin' pool, I be
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| Goin' to school, I was in the braille hand too knockin'
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| And I told her don’t play me, bitch I’m somethin' like a mechanic
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| 'Cause I gotta keep that tool by me, I don’t care who by me
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| Ridin' with a drake in the crack of the seat
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| I was down bad, they was laughin' at me
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| Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
|
| Had to add it up, put them racks on me
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| And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
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| Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
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| See me gettin' a lil money, now they all on me
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| But they wasn’t even ridin' with me when the car on E
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| Told 'em I’d keep it goin', yeah, told 'em I’d keep it flowin', yeah
|
| I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
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| Yeah, this shit drippin' through my pores
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| Opportunity kickin' in my door
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| I’ma get some bread and get some more
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| And buy everything I couldn’t afford |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slatt Rock , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Trapped On Cleveland 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп