| I know she feelin' my aura
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| I’m in this bitch with a 40
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| When I hit her I ain’t take off my Jordan’s
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| Niggas snitchin' they always reportin'
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| Ain’t got time cause I’m always recordin'
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| Need it all I ain’t takin' no shorts
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| Fuck the house I’ma jump off the porch
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| Me and money cannot be divorced
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| Having gas I be havin' all sorts
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| Gonna make sure you keep you a torch
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| I don’t hold hands or walk in the park
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| Let this chopper gone rip you apart
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| Got a foreign I push it to start
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| You ain’t tough nigga go get some heart
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| Labels callin 'they tryin' to have meetings
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| Need an M cause I’m already eatin'
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| Went to church hit a blunt with the deacon
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| Always workin' the circle they need me
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| You can never trust niggas who greedy
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| Push a button I’m losin' the ceiling
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| FN for these nigga who trippin
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| I was broke had to change my condition
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| All these guns I could start a militia
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| For the bag had to run a little distance
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| Turn a bitch nigga to a statistic
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| Let the Glock come and end your existence
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| Had to go put my faith in a pistol
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| Cause niggas out here so malicious
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| You fucked up a pack you trippin'
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| Two hoes with me kissin'
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| Yellow stones diamonds pissy
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| 7k outfit drip drip
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| Ride around the city with the hit stick
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| Kick 'em out the car he won’t shoot shit
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| In the back seat got two clips
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| Gotta young nigga doin' walk-ups
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| Put a bell on the table gettin' chopped up
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| Ballin' watch a nigga get crossed up
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| I got 50 homies who locked up
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| 23 straps on the tour bus
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| Just incase the robbers come for us
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| Baby take it off don’t bore us
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| Finna meet a agent at starbucks
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| Finna make an M from the crypto
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| He done gave me classified info
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| Passin' out loud to my kinfolk
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| I just sent a load out of Frisco
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| I know she feelin' my aura
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| I’m in this bitch with a 40
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| When I hit her I ain’t take off my Jordan’s
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| Niggas snitchin' they always reportin'
|
| Ain’t got time cause I’m always recordin'
|
| Need it all I ain’t takin' no shorts
|
| Fuck the house I’ma jump off the porch
|
| Me and money cannot be divorced
|
| Having gas I be havin' all sorts
|
| Gonna make sure you keep you a torch
|
| I don’t hold hands or walk in the park
|
| Let this chopper gone rip you apart
|
| Got a foreign I push it to start
|
| You ain’t tough nigga go get some heart
|
| Labels callin 'they tryin' to have meetings
|
| Need an M cause I’m already eatin'
|
| Went to church hit a blunt with the deacon
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| Always workin' the circle they need me
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| You can never trust niggas who greedy
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| Push a button I’m losin' the ceiling
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| FN for niggas who tripping
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| I was broke had to change my condition
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| All these guns I could start a militia |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aura , by - Money Man. Song from the album 6 Hours 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп