| They know my steelo
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| Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
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| In my pocket four kilos
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| Get yo shit deebo’d
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| My jewelry deep froze lord
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| Walk in tear the booth up
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| Ain’t with no bitch scoot up
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| My gas make you throw up
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| My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
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| Bought a money machine it from Syria
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| I had to go shine out all my peers
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| They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
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| They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
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| Always look out for your people (yeah)
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| Balmain jeans these not Evisu
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| You can’t walk a mile in these Christian Loub'
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| Ain’t got shit to lose, ain’t got shit to prove
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| I got gas to move I never fuckin' snooze
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| My niggas shoot the stick just like they shootin' hoops
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| You wanna catch a hole don’t make no sudden moves
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| Got balls of octane It’s steady comin' through
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| Treat you like a deer niggas huntin' you
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| Money the only thing made me comfortable
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| Baby girl I can fall in love with you
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| Poof be gone I done seen enough of you
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| I brought scope where the fuck you runnin' to
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| Sittin in the crib I’m steady havin' visions
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| The amount of days I was cookin' in the kitchen
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| Niggas penny pinchin'
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| Niggas snakes they hissin'
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| Say you got the loud let me see the picture
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| Double decker time I’m bout to roll 2 swishers
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| Never cross a nigga fuck it off a nigga
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| All that broke talk you done lost me nigga
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| Gotta keep these fuckin' hundreds off of me nigga
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| I be puttin' robins in the coffin just like finna come and copy
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| Rocking all my ice when I’m chilling in the lobby
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| Berkin' 20k when I be going shopping
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| Always In the trap I’m never club hoppin'
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| They know my steelo
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| Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
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| In my pocket four kilos
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| Get yo shit deebo’d
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| My jewelry deep froze lord
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| Walk in tear the booth up
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| Ain’t with no bitch scoot up
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| My gas make you throw up
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| My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
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| Bought a money machine it from Syria
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| I had to go shine out all my peers
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| They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
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| They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
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| Always look out for your people (yeah)
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| Balmain jeans these not Evisu
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| She like to suck it so deepthroat
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| Get your shit took call it repo
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| Life is a game ain’t no cheat code
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| I see the fake through the peep hole
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| I got the stick In my trench
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| I fill you with holes like a fence
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| She said she can’t see through my tint
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| We blowin' this money like vents
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| She fell in love with the G-Code
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| I pop a Perc I’m in beast mode
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| I keep a shooter no free throw
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| Can’t waste my time with no freak hoes
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| I’m tryin' to stack up my ends
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| I’m deep in the water no fins
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| This money keep tumblin' in
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| These niggas’ll fuck up your plans
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| I fell in love with the streets
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| But do I remember the beef
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| When niggas couldn’t even go to sleep
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| Now cut on the lights you can see
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| Yeah I’m on the block like a street pole
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| Hiding a zip in my peacoat
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| Niggas so scary won’t see smoke
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| We blow up your spot like a C4
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| They know my steelo
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| Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos
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| In my pocket four kilos
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| Get yo shit deebo’d
|
| My jewelry deep froze lord
|
| Walk in tear the booth up
|
| Ain’t with no bitch scoot up
|
| My gas make you throw up
|
| My dough raise the roof up (Lord)
|
| Bought a money machine it from Syria
|
| I had to go shine out all my peers
|
| They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh)
|
| They need to make da weed legal (yeah)
|
| Always look out for your people (yeah)
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| Balmain jeans these not Evisu |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steelo, artist - Money Man. Album song 6 Hours 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп