| Im having paper these niggas be hating
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| I be growin' them flavors
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| She dropping and motherfucking shaking it
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| These niggas ain’t worthy
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| These bitches ain’t worthy
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| I’m ballin I need me a motherfuckin' jersey
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| You beefin' I’m burpin' she bent over twerkin'
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| I’m wakin' up early I’m weighing and workin'
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| These niggas be cappin
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| These niggas be actin'
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| I’m sitting back laughin' cause niggas comedians
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| I don’t show no mercy to nigga who caught me
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| Cause they think you weak when you too lenient
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| Dog met that AR I came with the Tesla
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| I’m beefin' and runnin' that money
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| Steady increasin' it
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| I gotta cum she steady releasin' it
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| I ice out a arm but they think it’s a crystal
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| We trappin we movin'
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| We went to the top
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| We came from the sewer
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| Bitch
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| I know they hurt inside
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| I know I hurt they pride
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| She wanna hop in the ride
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| Where I’m from you won’t survive
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| Married money thats my bride
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| You scheming i can feel the vibe
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| Loaded choppers on the side
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| She want me I can feel the vibe
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| My chopper be tactical
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| My verses be factual
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| When we fuck she said my dick it feel magical
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| Came a long way I swear that shit was gradual
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| Just met the plug out in Cali and Malibu
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| VVS neck my chain is too valuable
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| Can’t risk a mid my time is too valuable
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| Send them hoes after you
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| My seller powerful
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| It turns out I don’t do what these rappers do
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| Bitches all natural
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| Hand is so pretty I’m servin' the city
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| The killers be with me
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| I smoke like a hippie
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| She touch on my jimmie
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| This shit is a fully this shit not a semi
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| I roll up a bag with stuff that these niggas be huffin' and puffin'
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| But they won’t say nothin'
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| They be swearin' hey finna rob me but they won’t take nothin'
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| I’m finna slump em'
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| I hear she be fiendin'
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| My shoes be the cleanest, so I walk up and gucci expired
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| I used to sell on the curb, play with me you gettin' murked
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| I got a shooter that stay on the lurk
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| I’m trappin dat work in a Nissan, hoot at his face now he long gone
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| These niggas ain’t on shit we on, pluggin' the streets I got long arms
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| I know they hurt inside
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| I know I hurt they pride
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| She wanna hop in the ride
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| Where I’m from you won’t survive
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| Married money thats my bride
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| You scheming i can feel the vibe
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| Loaded choppers on the side
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| She want me I can feel the vibe
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check for the green
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| Buss down a check with the team
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| Buss down a check for the green |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buss Down a Check , by - Money Man. Song from the album 6 Hours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп