| These niggas so foul
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| They’ll take your life for a bag of some loud
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| That lil' bitch with me I’m pipin' it down
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| Walk in the store leave you dead in the aisle
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| Bitch, I’m a canine, I’m just like a chow
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| Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
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| After we fuck she get up and she smile
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| I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P
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| Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
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| Got a north side bitch and she laying on me
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| Got a carbon one five for nigga lyin' on me
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| Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me
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| Put some racks on your head know life ain’t free
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| 'Scuse me, cutie, shoes ain’t cheap
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| Got a hundred rounds on me so I ride around deep
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| When she open up her legs I’ma go inside her deep
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| Showing her true colors, she a bona fide freak
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| Gotta show my true colors, I’m a bona fide plug
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| Got real good bud, got a white run nug
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| Got car kits on, nigga said he gonna rob me
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| I think not if we talkin' bout new
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| Tell 'em buy a new Glock
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| I’m riched out I’m gonna buy a nigga block
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| All these rappers got a nigga too hot so a nigga might quit
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| 'Cause I make more money from the marijuana shit
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| Drop a bag on the scale and I drop me a hit
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| Tryna sabotage, cashed out this shit
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| I ain’t have a car, I was walkin' and shit
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| Now these thots be stalkin' and shit
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| All these blues in my pocket and shit
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| When you shootin' down em make sure you don’t miss
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| Got two aimin' with made up names
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| I’ma go swipe with a four bust out chain
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| Got a bad lil' baby and she rockin' fresh braids
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| Why we never see you? |
| 'Cause I don’t like fame
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| She been ridin' all night so I know that she drained
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| And these hundreds on me blue, just like the fame
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| Growin' up all a nigga went through was pain
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| Jumped off the balcony when 12 came to raid
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| Balenciaga Triple S off-white beige
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| Summerhill County, I ain’t talkin' bout Dade
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| Every year a nigga music get better with age
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| I ain’t gotta dick ride, I’ma ride my own wave
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| These niggas so foul
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| They’ll take your life for a bag of some loud
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| That lil' bitch with me I’m pipin' it down
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| Walk in the store leave you dead in the aisle
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| Bitch, I’m a canine, I’m just like a chow
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| Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
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| After we fuck she get up and she smile
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| I was on 85 south in the SUV Finna go get P
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| Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
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| Got a north side bitch and she laying on me
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| Got a carbon one five for nigga lyin' on me
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| Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me
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| Put some racks on your head know life ain’t free |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foul , by - Money Man. Song from the album Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп