| This goes out to all the hustlin niggas
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| Who get up and get it everyday
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| 258 365, let’s get it
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| 713, Young gun in here
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| I say hustle USA
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| I say hustle USA
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| Turn it up one time
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| I pull up in that new coop
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| Subtract a top
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| And I pull off with your new boo
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| Subtract a top
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| And I’m ridin' around and I’m gettin' it, nigga
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| And I don’t have to stop
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| And my Rolex watch don’t tick nigga
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| It’s a magic box
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| Got ten K in my duffle bag
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| I got 'em real confused
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| So I hit the club and I make it rain
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| I got nothin to lose
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| Spent five K on this diamond chain
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| I got somethin to prove
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| It might not be nothin' to me
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| But it’s somethin' to you
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| Hey guess who’s back Young Don
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| Trick ass niggas I don’t want none
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| I ain’t never left cause I stayed here
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| And I’m bagged up and I’m on one
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| Stand up tall for that south side
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| Broke ass niggas they mouth quiet
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| My chain thick and my rolly sick
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| And I love the that way my coop drive
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| Niggas know that I’m gettin mine
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| Lights off and my click shine
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| My guap good and my block good
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| And we hit this bitch at the right time
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| Subtract a top
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| I like a blow that’s strong
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| Pull up nice and your boo she gone
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| She call back cause I’mma throw them stacks
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| And I’mma pick her up
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| And I’mma fuck her long
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| Subtract a top
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| Then I cash out till I pass out
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| My dream there, my team here
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| And the rest a you niggas just
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| Rep my hood when we on stage
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| We gettin rich and we gettin paid
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| So I told my homies just stand up
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| Cause we can blow this bitch like the world trade
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| I pull up in that new coop
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| Subtract a top
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| And I pull off with your new boo
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| Subtract a top
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| And I’m ridin' around and I’m gettin' it, nigga
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| And I don’t have to stop
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| And my Rolex watch don’t tick nigga
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| It’s a magic box
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| Got ten K in my duffle bag
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| I got 'em real confused
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| So I hit the club and I make it rain
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| I got nothin to lose
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| Spent five K on this diamond chain
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| I got somethin to prove
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| It might not be nothin' to me
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| But it’s somethin' to you
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| On top I don’t need no
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| Introduction niggas
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| Keep fuckin' 'round you gon bleed hoe
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| Repercussion nigga
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| are well trained
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| Like the army nigga
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| It’s goin down like the world trade
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| No nigga
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| I’m overseas where the cameras at
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| In my dungarees
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| I keep plenty green, no cabbage patch
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| I got luck indeed
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| She gon fuck with me
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| Then you can have back
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| I got a bunch a G’s
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| And I’m selling keys, no Cadillac
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| I hear the phone ringing
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| I got four ring on my right hand
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| I’m blowin green
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| And I’m pouring lean in my sprite can
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| Before I go to sleep
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| I make sure the on the night stand
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| That AK 47
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| My hype man
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| You can lose your life man
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| I pull up in that new coop
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| Subtract a top
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| And I pull off with your new boo
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| Subtract a top
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| And I’m ridin' around and I’m gettin' it, nigga
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| And I don’t have to stop
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| And my Rolex watch don’t tick nigga
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| It’s a magic box
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| Got ten K in my duffle bag
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| I got 'em real confused
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| So I hit the club and I make it rain
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| I got nothin to lose
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| Spent five K on this diamond chain
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| I got somethin to prove
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| It might not be nothin' to me
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| But it’s somethin' to you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Subtract da Top , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Money Don’t Sleep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп