| Yeah
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| I walk in the bando draped in gucci
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| I got dead friend like an uzi
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| Ice cold like a fuckin' smoothie
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| I ain’t mess around with you fuckin' losers
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| I ain’t doing it nigga you gon' have to shoot me
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| We going way way up
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| I’m getting money I ain’t layin' up
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| I got a dribble
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| I got lil mama pushin' cryin' tears
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| This shit so loud It’s kinda hard to hear
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| Only the strongest survivin' over here
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| I walk in the growhouse In Louboutins
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| I ain’t never lose again can’t hang with the hooligans
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| I’m strapped inside the bando draped in Gucci
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| Got dead friends like an uzi, Ice cold like a smoothie
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| I walk out in the field full of marijuana Draco Dolce & Gabbana
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| Just sent 100 pea’s to an addict provided by my baby mama
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| You know we all about the million dollars
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| Yesterday I had to murk a robber
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| I hit the gas in the flying saucer
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| Diamonds they dance watch them do the salsa
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| I’m not in Tampa like a buccaneer
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| VVS In my ear
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| This shit’s so loud it’s kinda hard to hear
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| You gotta talk a little louder
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| Chopper turn a nigga to clam chowder
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| She got good head she got brain power
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| 100k that’s a lot of dead friends
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| 100k that’s a lot of dead friends kicking shit with me
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| She said she wet she can get with me
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| I’m too far ahead can’t skate with me
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| Got the rollie dancing like a bitch twerking
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| Got a hit single and i’m still serving
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| Still sliding and i’m still swiping
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| White diamonds call em' white lightning
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| Started getting money now they actin' funny
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| Yeah
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| I walk in the
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| I got dead friend like an uzi
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| Ice cold like a fuckin' smoothie
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| I ain’t mess around with you fuckin' losers
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| I ain’t doing it nigga you gon' have to shoot me
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| We going way way up
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| I’m getting money I ain’t layin' up
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| I got a dribble
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| I got lil mama pushin' cryin' tears
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| This shit so loud It’s kinda hard to hear
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| Only the strongest survivin' over here
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| I walk in the growhouse
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| I ain’t never lose again can’t hang with the hooligans
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| Got dead friends like an uzi, Ice cold like a smoothie
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| I walk in the bando draped in gucci
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| I got dead friend like an uzi
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| Like an uzi |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Friends , by - Money Man. Song from the album 24 Hours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп