| I had to give these hoes
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| I had to give these hoes someone to love
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| I said I had to give these hoes
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| I had to give these hoes someone to love
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| This what I’m doin'
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| This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs
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| I said this what I’m doin'
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| This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs
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| From a P in the pot
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| Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot
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| Type of nigga, used to get it and go
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| You the type that sold a ki to a cop
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| Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot
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| I’m the type to tie her feet in a knot
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| Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G
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| Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop
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| Turn around and take a P on the lot
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| Used to say, «Give me codeine on the rocks»
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| Used to say, «Kiss it one time"cause that coochie was stankin'
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| I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks
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| Picture of me with a block on the block
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| Picture me rollin'
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| If I get gunned down today
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| Your picture they gon' be holdin'
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| Pick up the paper, custodian
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| Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap
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| Talkin' aluminum foil
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| Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck? |
| Shoot a nigga playin' tough
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| Show me a bitch that is loyal
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| I could sell her desert soil
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| Love me or love me not
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| You cannot go to my mama’s spot
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| I’m the type to put the ki on the block
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| I’m the type to be the king of the spot
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| Push button, ain’t no key for the drop
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| Tatted my body, I think that I’m Pac
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| Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box
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| Bet you niggas wonder how I did it
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| Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug
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| And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits
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| I had to give these hoes
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| I had to give these hoes someone to love
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| Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up
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| Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club
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| They can see what I’m doin'
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| See what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs
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| In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons
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| Double the digits, the blue money come
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| Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo
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| Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago
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| Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle
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| Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow
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| Shoe cost a bando
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| Rest in peace ‘Nando
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| My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali
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| But my plug Mexicano
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| I do this shit for my people now
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| They say young Skay got the ether now
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| I’m sellin' this shit like illegal now
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| I’m comin' back to the teacher now
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| We’re not the same, I’m a creature now
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| Came a long way from them Regals now
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| How he hop out of two seaters now?
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| That’s what them bitches be sayin'
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| That’s what them niggas be sayin'
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| But hate is an ugly trait
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| You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand
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| Shout out to Cap and his bitch
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| He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad
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| Look like I’m whippin' my wrist in a Glad
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| All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand
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| I never listen to man
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| God told me «give 'em the truth», I’ve just been spittin' the truth
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| That shit you’re spittin' ain’t true
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| I’m just a product, can prove
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| I’m somethin' ill in the booth
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| I’m known to kill in the booth, I’m known to spill in the booth
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| See I keep it better, I’ll never talk to a pillar
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| And I cannot talk to these niggas, so |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Someone To Love , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп