| Certain shit I don’t even say
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| Certain shit ain’t no need to say
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| Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
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| Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
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| Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what’s the ETA?
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| Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
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| Niggas say it’s up with me, it’s stuck with me, shit, either way
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| Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain’t no need to say
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| Who the realest in this shit? |
| I took a stance to lead the way
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| I don’t want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case
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| 'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you, and I’m 'gon tell him, «Blead the brakes»
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| Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain’t no checkin' in
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| I told the promoter, «We can’t bring them drums, then we ain’t steppin' in»
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| No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don’t do no questionin'
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| Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
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| Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck Story up
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| Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
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| Fly her to Bali, she ain’t tripping, she on the tour with us
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| Poppin' that pussy, actin' different, she doin' more for us
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| Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah
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| Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah
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| Niggas said it ain’t no smoke with me, you better leave it there
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| 'Cause if I see y’all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there
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| Yeah, for real
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| Ooh, I turned shorty up
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| Sipping on that 1942, I got my.40 tucked
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| Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em
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| I rock Carties, you can’t see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
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| RIP my young boy, that’s Osama, hit my shawty up
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| Told me never trust a stripper bitch 'cause that’s what caught him up
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| Every time you catch me in some shit, it caught like four and up
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| Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up
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| Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks
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| That’s when he brought me up
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| Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks
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| That’s when he brought me up, aye
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| I been riding with choppas, aces, I’m glad you brought him up
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| RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi’ed up
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| I heard you fucked around, I’m fuckin' now, I like to pass shit
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| I had sixty outta sixty-two, I’m talking bad bitches
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| I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, I’m vibin' on fast whips
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| I might go Lamb truck, I’m blowing it out if I get jammed up
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| Them niggas ran, what? |
| Threw his shit back if he ran up
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| Meek asked cause, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga ask Bud
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| I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
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| I’m half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck
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| Turned into Mamba when it’s drama, I don’t pass much
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| I post dawg and get cutty, I’ma shack somethin'
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| And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin'
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| I ain’t been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin'
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| Tell my bitch I love her
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| And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it’s fuck her
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| Boy and her are eating, nigga I can’t wait to up it
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| Bitch ass niggas
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| Free them boys |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GTA , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album QUARANTINE PACK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп