| Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain’t bought shit
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| Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain’t popped shit
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| All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain’t shot shit
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| Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain’t fuck shit
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| Took niggas out the hood like I’m from there
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| So you know it’s all good when I come there
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| I hear you talk about your city like you run that
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| And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga
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| But I had to come through for the remix
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| On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit
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| And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit
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| But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit
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| Fucked up, lucky I don’t feed into the gossip
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| Niggas act like they don’t know, but they should know
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| Yeah, I just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
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| But I’m the one that’s killing niggas on the hooks though
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| And niggas ain’t got a grill, still ice grill hating
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| I know y’all already know Mike Will Made It
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| Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing
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| I call Michael Jordan up and mike will make it
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| I’m the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal
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| You need to come to OVO for a better deal
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| Just know a million ain’t shit once you get a mill
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| And niggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
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| Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I’m talking big stuff
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| Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up
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| Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas
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| That’s why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up
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| If money talk then your pockets ain’t saying shit
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| I’m in the bathroom getting head from your bitch
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| And I ain’t paying her shit
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| You want beef? |
| You don’t know who you playing with
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| I tell my pilot to land the jet
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| I’m hopping off, get 'em, we popping off
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| Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at
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| I’m just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage
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| Your money funny like Jim Carrey
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| I got bitches that’s super bad like Halle
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| And we still keeping that white like Barry
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| I’m a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me
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| Nigga you ain’t fuckin' with a picture of me
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| I got all this cake and shooters with me
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| Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece
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| What it is, my nigga? |
| What it’s hittin' for?
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| Where the car you were whippin' in the video?
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| Where is the ice at? |
| Where is them pretty hoes?
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| You a fraud, real niggas already know
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| Broke ass niggas I can’t stand them
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| I hit 'em with the cannon
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| I buying out the mall at random
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| Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death
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| Smoke till there is nothing left
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| Bail off and then I’m ghost in my Phantom
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| Ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (shit) about how many bottles you?
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| My niggas is real thug niggas, them real niggas don’t talk
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| Worldstar niggas get caught, waving all them guns at the cameras
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| ? |
| ass nigga, you ain’t 'bout this true shit, you don’t do shit, you just think
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| it’s cool shit to move bricks
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| Real niggas do it cause they got to, I know them real niggas and it’s not you
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| And if they see your ass 'round here fronting, real shooter be? |
| and shot you
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| Man get the fuck out ?, corny ass nigga just talking
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| Heard about it, read about it, never been around it, but you think you’re so?
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| Why you moving 'round with your ho, you ain’t even sticking to the code
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| You don’t even represent the life right, pussy nigga sleeping with a night light
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| Coming for your head life fight night, I can get anything done for the right
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| price, boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shit Megamix , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Been Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп