| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Pablo Juan, nigga
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| Let’s go
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| That thirty-six came with a .40 Glock
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| Got racks in the vault I forgot about
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| Four rings on, pushin' the Audi out
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| Beat the case, they can’t prove without a doubt
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| Pull up new Benz, tennis chain with the pointers
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| You fuck niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
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| cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
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| I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
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| I need a thick bitch if she loyal
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| See the Wizard of Oz and the
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| She a freak, she let me fuck her like a whore
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| She suckin' that dick that’s a chore
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| She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
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| Blow the sack like I used to be poor
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| Kept my gun, same color door
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| Hood nigga, I fucked that bitch on the floor
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| I’m the heavyweight, take that bitch on a dinner date
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| Hood nigga, the streets I authenticate
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| From the PJ’s, shoot the ball in the crate
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| Forty pointers on, now I can skate
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| I got on Cuban link, I’m plugged out in the BAPE
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| C’s my Cartier match Chanaynay
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| Nut in her mouth like a payday
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| Put an extra fifty rounds in the AK
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| I fuck and I’m gone, don’t give me no headache
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| Stuck, geeked off the lean like I meditate
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| Rari' pull up, nigga, who wanna race?
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| She a freak, she like when I skeet on her face
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| She killin' that pussy, I’m catchin' a case
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| I can’t go broke I’m
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| That Rollie gon' tell me the day and the date
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| Diamonds hittin' like Gervonta Davis
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| Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
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| Got racks in the vault I forgot about
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| Four rings on, pushin' the
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| Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
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| Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
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| You fuck niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
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| cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
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| I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
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| I need a thick bitch if she loyal
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| See the Wizard of Oz and the
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| She a freak, she let me fuck her like a whore
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| She suckin' that dick that’s a chore
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| She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
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| Blow the sack like I used to be poor
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| Kept my gun, same color door
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| Hood nigga, I fucked that bitch on the floor
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| Marlo
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| I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyer
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| When he asks about a body, I’ll straight up ignore him
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| Niggas be real real
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| Yeah, and the dope came with a Migos FN
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| And it must be two sides yeah, just me and my friends
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| Whippin' that dope and it came out the water
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| If a nigga play with the gang, and say my name
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| I will control their block, shots get popped, non-stop
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| Yeah, I will control that rock
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| For the money, power, respect the
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| Yeah, we control the rock
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| Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
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| Got racks in the vault I forgot about
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| Four rings on, pushin' the
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| Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
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| Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
|
| You fuck niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
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| cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
|
| I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
|
| I need a thick bitch if she loyal
|
| See the Wizard of Oz and the
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| She a freak, she let me fuck her like a whore
|
| She suckin' that dick that’s a chore
|
| She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
|
| Blow the sack like I used to be poor
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| Kept my gun, same color door
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| Hood nigga, I fucked that bitch on the floor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pointers , by - Marlo. Song from the album The Real 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп