| Yeah Yeah
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| Yeah Yeah
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| Drippin' on niggas like raindrops
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| Just hit a bitch she from Bangkok
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| I got the game in a headlock
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| They hear my shit in they head now
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| I took an L and im like why God
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| They seen I ran it up my god
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| I got a foreign in my garage
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| These nigga come with bad intentions
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| These bitches come with bad intentions
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| Fresh like im dead
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| She shake her ass to the rhythm
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| Thankful for all my children
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| I feel a vibe inside
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| Imma load up the sticks and ride
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| Imma commit a homicide
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| Streets got me traumatized
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| I saw through all the lies
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| Im beating all the odds
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| I’m spotting all the fraud
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| Sold a bag at the Travel Lodge
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| I’m tryna live lavishly
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| Plug sending them packs to me
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| I get em off rapidly
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| She pretty with confidence
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| She got plenty of common sense
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| She gon' ride like a ski bae
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| All this jewelry on freeze bae
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| Do you trust me?
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| This weed musty
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| Got gas like pump 3
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| We swipe and live free
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| Got off them 70s P’s
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| They ain’t got shit on me
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| Been winning recently
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| Finna go flood the piece
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| Finna go rip a beat
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| Drop 10 bags on a youngin'
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| He try me he a dumb nigga
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| Pull up in the hood doing doughnuts
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| Told my niggas I’ll roll up
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| Getting to the racks feel so good
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| That hoe Pussy feel so good
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| Eatin' everyday like soul food
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| Organic weed like Whole Foods
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| These niggas act for the cameras
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| Me And her fuck like an animal
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| These niggas mad cause I’m talented
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| Burning this money like a candle lighting
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| My chain like a star it shinin' bright
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| All these strains I’m clearly high
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| All these stones they memorizing
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| She know that im a boss she recognize it
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| All these green trips I got extra mileage
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| All the brain she give she got extra knowledge
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| We on Rodeo we swipe for Chanel
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| We in the Bay and we weigh up the bales
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| Peruvian weave and she color her nails
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| D&G T-shirt I got it on sale
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| Mailed out a bag so I’m checking the mail
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| I know the federals hot on my trail
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| Her pussy so good that I’m under a spell
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| Risking my freedom Im feeling compelled
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| I’m bonding right out when they take me to jail
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| All these flavors I’m making these sales
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| Hackin' this shit and I did it with Dell
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| Niggas be scared they runnin' they tell
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| Niggas be bitchin' they tuckin' they tail
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| I leave a hole in your head like a whale
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| I got that green yeah that cabbage, that kale
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| Drippin' on niggas like raindrops
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| Just hit a bitch in Bangkok
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| I got the game in a headlock
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| They hear my shit in they head now
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| I took an L and im like why God
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| They seen I ran it up my god
|
| I got a foreign in my garage
|
| These nigga come with bad intentions
|
| These bitches come with bad intentions
|
| Fresh like im dead
|
| She shake her ass to the rhythm
|
| Thankful for all my children
|
| I feel a vibe inside
|
| Imma load up the stick and ride
|
| Imma commit a homicide
|
| Streets got me traumatized
|
| I saw through all the lies
|
| Im beating all the odds
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| I’m spotting all the fraud
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| Sold a bag at the Travel Lodge
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| I’m tryna live lavishly
|
| Plug send them packs to me
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| I get em off rapidly
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| She pretty with confidence
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| She got plenty of common sense
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| She gon' ride like ski bae
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| All this jewelry on freeze bae |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Intentions , by - Money Man. Song from the album TraumaMan, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп