| I’m the next 2Pac and Biggie
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| Scaled dope for 2Pac, pockets on Biggie
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| Pop a molly have you shaking like that nigga Diddy
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| Your pockets fat but now they slim, call it Missy
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| I got that Bobby Brown but I ran out of Whitney
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| Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey
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| Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving
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| Smoking Larry Kush and we call it Eddie Murphy
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| And I keep my circle tight, like a virgin
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| Black and grey old Cutlass, George Gervin
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| Fuck your mama make you made, call me Melvin
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| Drugged up I’m bout to overdose, call me Elvis
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| The world is mine I feel like Scarface
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| I’m fucking hoes I feel like Babyface
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| I know some migos put a scar on your face
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| That bitch bad she got a baby face
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| Her ass fat but she got a baby waist
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| That’s my lil' boo thang, I call her Babycakes
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| Bout to go to the jeweler, call up TV Johnny
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| Want Takeoff to do a show? |
| Gon' cost some TV money
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| I know junkies in the street selling DVDs
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| Mp3's, I know niggas who sell M-16s
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| Got a plug that’s talking them brinks, them that Yao Ming
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| Got a plug on that gas, and that lean
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| I know junkies that will kill, for a bump
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| I know niggas that finesse pigeons out the trunk
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| Lil' goons on the block like a 9 to 5
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| I know J’s that cut your grass just for a dime
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| I know hoes that sell they soul for bankroll
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| Same bitch in high school, she act like I don’t know her
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| Birds flyin' in, just for the summer season
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| Coca so good, had the junkies nose bleeding
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| Junky clean my rims, rake my leaves, wash my car
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| Cause he know I got that pack tp Mars
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| I ask lil' mama have she ever of them bars
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| She suck me up then call my phone askin' for them bars
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| Feds calling up my phone saying that I’m selling squares
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| Selling birds, selling pigeons, flying to Brazil
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| Feds calling up my phone saying that I’m selling squares
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| Selling birds, selling pigeons, flyin' to Brazil
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| Plug across the water, I’m taking a vacation
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| Plug helping me eat, salvation
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| Your bitch with me (What time it is?)… penetration
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| And I fucked her so good she hyperventilating
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| International J’s some be Haitian some be Asian
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| Quarterback vision, you can call me Peyton
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| J’s at the Texaco working like they slaving
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| Working with the soda, it’s already baking
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| Fiends crave it, fiends itching like it’s poison ivy
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| Moving all these drugs, CVS should gon' and hire me
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| Shake and bake on a plug, call it Ricky Bobby
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| Sylvester Stallone on my wrist cause it rocky
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| Some fiends like the mollies, some fiend like the icies
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| Some fiend like the xans, white like Klu Klux Klan
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| My money be piling, my goons move silent
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| My goons be violent, finesse I’m outtie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2Pac & Biggie , by - Migos. Song from the album No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп