| Listen here lil nigga I ain’t even finna play with you right now
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| That ain’t what we finna do
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| We ain’t' finna let shit slide
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| We ain’t got no options we finna win
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| Just put a ten on my lil homie lawyer
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| She not a dime she a quarter
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| Heard your man song it was boring to me
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| Hatin' on nigga that corny to me
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| That type of nigga that foreign to me
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| I sell them P’s accordingly
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| Turn ya lil hood into rubby
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| You shouldn’t have been on that fuck shit
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| Hit the gas then they abduct me
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| Quit pillow talkin' with these bitches
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| Niggas nosey tryna listen
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| Miami drink on me glistenin'
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| Gotta be smart can you bang though
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| Ice on my wrist like I’m chained up
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| No OG ain’t no one train us
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| Invested a lot and I came up
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| Quit all the fuckin' comparisons
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| Ain’t' nobody going harder
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| Trap out a SRT charger
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| Thank god I made it out
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| That money not hanging up
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| Wising up you can play me now
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| My car belong on the racetrack
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| Shot at his cousin that’s payback
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| Mailing these P’s on da doormat
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| '69 marrow a throwback (yeah)
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| Young niggas they all look up to me
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| Can’t fuck with ya you ain’t go up with me
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| OG say they all fuck with me
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| I told my BM she stuck with me
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| Them hunnids keepin' me company
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| Bout to go swipe out a company (uh)
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| Quit all that motherfuckin' fuckery (yeah, yeah)
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| They buy a medical drug from me (uh, yeah)
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| These bitches fallin' in love with me (yeah, yeah)
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| You need an army to fuck with me
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| Grow God lil mama come pray to me
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| She wait in line so patiently
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| I probably let honey deals
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| We loading them sticks so courageously
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| I got that bracelet from Egypt
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| My wrist paraplegic
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| She in Victoria Secret
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| We fuckin she started weepin'
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| I swear that money completed
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| I heard your single it cheesy
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| These niggas bitches believe me
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| Fuck all the daughters I’m winnin'
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| Trauma man is the beginnin'
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| I’ll bring yo life to a ending
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| Hit the pedal plug the engine
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| I trap in the jungle with apes
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| Dispensary say you a fake
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| I swear these niggas so fake
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| Behind your back they gon' hate
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| Not she not Ricki She wet as a lake
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| I rerock a brick and drop me a tape
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| Shut the fuck up when the boss talkin'
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| These are Balmains I don’t rock Robins
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| These niggas cuffin' they cock blockin'
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| Shout out to my mother fuckin' swiper
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| We fuck until we get tired
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| I fucked her but I do not like her
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| I steady looking for buyers
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| I see the hate through a visor
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| Clean out the money then dry it
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| I smashin' all opposition
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| It ain’t hard to see we winnin'
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| It ain’t hard to see we get it
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| Quit all that motherfuckin' fuckery (yeah, yeah)
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| They buy a medical drug from me (uh, yeah)
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| These bitches fallin' in love with me (yeah, yeah)
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| You need an army to fuck with me
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| Grow God lil mama come pray to me
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| She wait in line so patiently
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| I probably let honey deals
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| We loading them sticks so courageously
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| I got that bracelet from Egypt
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| My wrist paraplegic
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| She in Victoria Secret
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| We fuckin she started weepin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuckery, artist - Money Man. Album song Grow God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп