| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Woo
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| They think they all fly (Yeah), we a different fly (Yeah)
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| Yeah, we private flight it (Yeah), no need for autopilot (Yeah)
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| Know we get the highest (Yeah), know y’all all dyin' (Yeah)
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| Lift the doors up (Yeah), my wrist is froze up (Yeah)
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| My neck get colder (Yeah), thought I told ya (Yeah)
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| We in the fast lane (Yeah)
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| In a Hellcat (Yeah), or in a Mulsanne (Yeah)
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| If he bounce back (Yeah), a hundred shots ring (Yeah)
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| Ain’t got no dogtag (Yeah), how you gangbang? |
| (Yeah)
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| He not 'bout that (Yeah), he ain’t insane (Yeah)
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| Give him thirty shots (Yeah), shoot him Curry range (Yeah)
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| Finger flooded (Yeah), cost more than Audi rings (Yeah)
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| Yeah, we bossy (Yeah), shit be saucy (Yeah)
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| Costy
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| You said you want a wedding ring, that’s when you lost me (Lost me)
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| Go big on big, I’m irritated with your mouthpiece
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| I drove a G6, took three bands to the nosebleeds (Skrrt)
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| Yeah, I’m her boss, see, see I’m so flossy
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| Lil' mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
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| I took a helicopter down to the show freak
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| I told her private jet, we goin' shoppin' overseas
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| I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy (Brazy like a)
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| I got some Mansions on the Southside, ayy (I got some mansions on the South)
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| I’m servin' chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy (I'm servin' chicken, but not Pop')
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| Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy (Pay the tuition, not a shotta)
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| I told lil' mama, «Bitch, it’s our time,"ayy (Our time)
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| We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy (Wi-Fi)
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| We fuckin' on top our Carter, hey
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| I just might pass her to my brothers, hey (Just might pass her to my brothers)
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| Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred)
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| How the fuck I make a half a million in a week? |
| (How? How? How?)
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| Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
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| I don’t know just how the hell I woke up with a freak (How? How?)
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| Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn)
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| Different bustdown every fuckin' day of the week (Fuckin' day of the week)
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| Livin' easy breezy, we fuck on designer sheets (Woo)
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| I had me some Henny with my Act', now I’m deceased (I'm deceased, nigga)
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| Million dollar nig', whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Lambo' hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning
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| Spendin' all these goddamn funds
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| I just put some slimes and some bands on your son
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| Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
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| John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond (Woo)
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| Talkin' game to get out her panties
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| Different Chanel, different occasions
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| I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
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| Whippin' slime Lam' truck, it’s Caucasian
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| Yeah, her cat Tigger
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| She got damn whiskers
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| Her ass soft as pillows
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| Give her nut like brittle
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| Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
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| Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip
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| She not talkin' bad, I go pimp and pop them lips
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Million Dollar Mansion , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп