| Blues on me like I went and got her pregnant
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| Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim
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| Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker
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| Kinda anti social ion talk to niggas
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| I got plenty homies eating off the web
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| She just came and gave extraordinary head
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| Pick my boy up from
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| Half a mil from
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| Imaginary cred
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| You reap what you sew
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| Like needle and some thread
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| Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread
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| They prolly never love
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| Me till a nigga dead
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| Hit it right she ain’t
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| Tryna leave the bed
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| I’m with some frat boys they drinking out a keg
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| They buying loud I charged a arm and a leg
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| Choppa hit the nigga
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| Arms and legs
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| For the racks damn right I’m going fed
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| Yeah yeah
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| Beard like I’m Santa like I’m pushing sleds
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| Niggas acting funny like that nigga neck
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| Yeah
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| these the latest pair, lil mama with me
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| Ride with virgins just like the hair
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| Living reckless
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| Shit trap without a care
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| I know a doctor who’ll finesse the Medicare
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| Street nigga I don’t get pedicures
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| If money the topic then a nigga all ears
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| We ain’t stopping nigga we trapping all yeah
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| 80 bags of exotic and its all here
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| Buckets under plants buds fall here
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| Started from the bottom had to crawl here
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| Yeah yeah
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| I just talked to Gutta
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| I like muscle cars
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| Imma burn rubber
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| Big weezy shades
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| Swipin undercover
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| Loads from the west
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| I know several truckers
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| I know real florist
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| They keep low numbers
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| I keep grows coming
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| Ain’t no slow summers
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| Taliban drugs like I’m Osama
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| Bought a private land
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| Growing in Amsterdam
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| I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan
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| Calling Money told him meet me in Atlanta
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| I found a quicker way to get a bigger bag
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| I know these niggas out here tryna bite the drip and ride the wave
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| Now these pussy niggas mad
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| Plug dropped a 50 ran through em fast
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| Turban on me like I’m with the Taliban
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| Dat choppa spin a nigga like a ceiling fan
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| I be steady dripping running through them bands
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| Rollie on me so you see the diamonds dancing
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| Copped the Vette with the new mini mansion
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| Cross me once don’t get too man chances
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| I don’t overdose I blow the Skittles smoke
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| Ion wanna fuck lil mama I just want her throat
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| Took her on the water
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| Riding through the ocean
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| She tried to set me up I pushed her off the boat
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| Started shooting the carbine with the scope
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| Picked that bitch up put in dead on her nose
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| Shoot em in the face the only thing I know
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| Told my self I ain’t gone do that shit no more
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| And I just got em in come and get em for the low
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| You can get cheaper but you gotta buy some more
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| My trap house open but the shit is never closed
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| Motherfuckers spazzing I gotta have it
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| Dressing in designer fashion
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| Yeah Imma keep me some cash
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| I keep me a bag
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| I’m always running to the bag
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| I heard yo buddy snitched
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| I ain’t with that shit
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| Ion really fuck with no rats
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| Imma count me a big bag
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| Imma keep shitting cuz these niggas mad
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| Yeaaaah
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| You gone make me turn up with the mf gang
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| Its BC for life and that shit will not change
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| We pull on yo street with them motherfucking thangs
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| I roll down my window all you hear is bang
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| Wtf the pussy niggas think
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| I roll down my window all you hear is bang bang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taliban , by - Money Man. Song from the album TraumaMan, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп