| I need to get new clothes so I do dirt in three-bill Truies
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| Trap trap like Louis, break two down and I put 'em in two weeks
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| I don’t hustle for Louis Vuitton, I need all these packages, gave me the gun
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| Wake up and it’s 6 in the mornin', she acts up, I’ll be okay with porno
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| More times I drive on my lonely 'cause I could never trust no soul
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| I see these goalies tryna play striker, why don’t you just stick to your own,
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| bro?
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| I stick to my own goal, health up and my circle’s small
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| Don’t talk to these brothers, I box up a box, the second time and I’m movin'
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| like 40
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| I be like methane, you be the ball lord
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| Stack it up, stack it up, it’s lookin' so tall, tall
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| Monopoly, fuck the, I’m with Sean D and the bee’s knockin'
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| I’m up in the trapper, we just got the re-up again and again and again
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| The door just keeps on knockin', money foldin'
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| Wallets overrated, Huncho on your playlist
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| Don’t give a fuck about no A-List, uh
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| Someone give Posty a call, without GRM, we still rated
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport
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| Bummy brothers, this some music brothers over L
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| Fell on my face, broke, yeah, I never fell
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| California, pack in the mail
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| Remember them nights it was cold, it’s rainin', I’m sendin' Brooks out to help
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| So many nights in the
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| So many nights in the cell
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| So many night thinkin' you was my friend
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| If there was, some will go
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| Inhale, exhale, woosa, yeah, yeah
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| I triple my cup, I triple my dosage
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| Pass me the hookah, fuck it
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| Pass me the shisha, fuck it
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| Pass me the Rizler, fuck it
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| If I’m not gettin' no sucky tonight, she suckin' her face now
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| And that’s brodie, I’m tryna make money like Avon
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| These jiggers are preein', they movin' McNulty
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| Uh, I used to shot Chris Brown off for the royalities
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| I didn’t have no one that could spoil me
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| In the, all this foil on me
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| And these pigs on me, in the loft right now, with a zip on me
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport
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| And we’re in it for the bands though
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| Food up in the transport
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| Re-up in the JanSport
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| Little boy, this a man’s sport |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sport (Outro) , by - M Huncho. Song from the album 48 Hours EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп