| You use to be real but you changed on me
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| She hopped on top and she came on me
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| We want the money not fame homie
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| I ride with B. C wether right or wrong
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| Daum her body really turn me on yeah the money really turn me on
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| I hit the pressure than I go to space
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| Little nigga better stay inside yo place
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| He just a snake I feel it in my bones
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| I hit the gas I’m higher than a drone
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| I’m conversating with Pablo on the phone
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| She said she gone ride wether right or wrong
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| We keep them sticks all around the house
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| We hit the west than we ship em out
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| This shit is real coming from the soul
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| I spit that real coming from the soul
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| You say you gone ride for me than prove it
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| This shit is way deeper than the music
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| I took an l I daum near lost my mind
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| Lil shawty down for me and she fine
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| If I’m lying lord strike me down
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| We’re would I be if I ain’t sell a pound
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| That nigga telling lies he a fiddle
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| If b. |
| c ride than I’m riding with him
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| I told my driver slow the car down
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| Cause in the trunk we got 100 pounds
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| He looked at me said calm down
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| He told money is you trippin'
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| I’m just going the speed limit
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| Came from the streets they try to count me out
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| I’m at the crib with a brick in a house
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| Lil niggas better stay inside they place
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| Before they catch a bullet in the face
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| They ain’t indicted me I had faith
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| The way I live you can’t make mistakes
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| I rather die than be fake
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| I’m just a fly nigga with a cape
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| B.c for life and I’m in between
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| I made a quarter million from the green
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| You use to be real but you changed on me
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| She hopped on top and she came on me
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| We want the money not fame homie
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| I ride with B. C wether right or wrong
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| Daum her body really turn me on yeah the money really turn me on
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| I hit the pressure than I go to space
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| Little nigga better stay inside yo place
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| He just a snake I feel it in my bones
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| I hit the gas I’m higher than a drone
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| I’m conversating with Pablo on the phone
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| She said she gone ride wether right or wrong
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| We keep them sticks all around the house
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| We hit the west than we ship em out
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| This shit is real coming from the soul
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| I spit that real coming from the soul |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From the Soul , by - Money Man. Song from the album Black Circle Friday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп