| Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play
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| Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play
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| Them brauds say they love me, they peeping how I play
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| Just tell em I’m a hustler, get money like everyday
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| They love the way I get it, they tell me I could get it
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| I tell em I’ll be back, but right now I gotta get it
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| That money on my mind, like a snap back or a fitted
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| I’m addicted to that paper, give a fuck if you offended
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| 18 karat yellow cuban link, with 'Sacci pendants
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| So I’m grinding long hours, most wouldn’t recommend it
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| I gotta get them dollars, all them dollars where my dollars mayn
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| I’m all about them dollars, fuck your pictures and your follows
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| Them broads know how a grouch show, I spend money then I get some mo'
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| Pardon me if I’m moving slow, my one liter got a potent fo'
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| Gucci down from head to toe, my wrist glow cause my paper flow
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| And if ya don’t know then act like ya know, them broads love how I get that do'
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| I get that do'
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| Just tell em I’m a hustler, get money like all year
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| No matter what they tell ya, I promise the Don here
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| Them brauds say they love me, I’m serving that to em good
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| I keep em on they hustle, they paying me like they should
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| I get it ery’day, checking me while I play
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| It’s pimping in the building, I’m headed them brauds way
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| Them lakes where I stay, them hoes can run a boat
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| I’m knocking thangs off, and niggaz is paying note
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| Your chick say she want it, I’m coming to give it to her
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| She blowing up my phone, I promise I never knew her
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| The seven plus the one and the tre, is where I stay
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| The rubber bands popping my nigga, that’s how I play them brauds
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| Party in my pocket, 4−5 my rocket
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| Rudy T we popping, green and red blue dolphins
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| Clutch City where this cost me, two for fifteen mama
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| Naw I was just bullshitting, give me five let’s party
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| Feed the hoe these beans, sacrifice for the team
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| Scrilla packs and lean, kush square I got green
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| Purple haze Charlie Sheen, winning I mean
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| I’m balling Hakeem, into I Yao Ming
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| On my house 43 shit, TLC shit
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| Three hoes for the kid, I don’t play believe it
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| Never been immature, I’m a dog no leashes
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| I’m Emmett all cured from deep, all greens hit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dem Brauds Say (feat. Paul Wall) , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Heart of a Hustla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп