| They tried to come stunt the growth on my releases
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| Got B gas for fourteen and this shit is decent
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| Got childhood friends hating and that was just recent
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| I’m down in Grass Valley, got loud on the pallet
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| I’m finishin', wrap it
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| Got CO2, butane, I’m finna extract it
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| My girl lookin' sexy, she got me distracted
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| So I sent the pack and got oils and wax
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| Got OGs in councils
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| I need me a crown and a castle, I’m king of shit
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| Just bought a phone from T-Mobile, these plays steady ringin' in
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| White boy with thousands of P’s steady beggin' to bring me shit
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| Can’t send no money through Walmart 'cause I gotta see the shit
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| Bought me a pot and some soil, I’m seedin' it
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| Southside of Oregon, white and Armenian
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| Guerilla style, I’ma grow this shit illegally
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| No service inside the mountains, no reachin' me
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| Hippies who been here for years steady teachin' me
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| We in the field and we smokin' so peacefully
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| Came from the streets, so you know ain’t no cheating me
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| Kick that lil' bitch to the curb if she cheat on me
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| Came with a strap, matter fact, I got three on me
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| They tryna hinder my growth and success
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| She tryna lay down tonight and have sex
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| My bedroom a pool 'cause she overly wet
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| Trappin' all night, made me flood the Patek
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| Trappin' all night, made me flood the AP
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| Walk in the house and I fuck her to sleep
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| Then back to the trap, I ain’t missin' a beat
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| .50 cal make these lil' niggas retreat
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| I’m saved by the bell like I’m Slader and Screech
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| Mash out to Flame and my tires gon' screech
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| My nose in the air, I might turn down a freak
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| All this work I put in got me very fatigued
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| Been through some shit that you wouldn’t believe
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| Can’t handle my lifestyle, I think you should leave
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| With no label behind me, I’m still gon' achieve
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| 'Cause I know my success is dependent on me
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| And I know my lil' children dependent on me
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| Whether rap work or not, I’ma have me some P’s
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| Whether rap work or not, I’ma swipe some CCs
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| In my broker days, hoes used to turn up they nose
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| Nowadays they just all seem to just come out they clothes
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| No distractions tonight, let me turn off my phone
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| Finna go drop a tape, let me get in the zone
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| Finna stuff all this Thin Mint inside of a cone
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| I miss twenty plays every time I drop a song
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| Gotta vacuum seal all of this shit 'cause it’s strong
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| I know that shit risky, I might trap alone
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| By any means, I gotta get this shit gone
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| I promise my trap, it gon' jump like a frog
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| Came from the streets, so you know ain’t no cheating me
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| Kick that lil' bitch to the curb if she cheat on me
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| Came with a strap, matter fact, I got three on me
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| They tryna hinder my growth and success
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| She tryna lay down tonight and have sex
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| My bedroom a pool 'cause she overly wet
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| Trappin' all night, made me flood the Patek
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| Trappin' all night, made me flood the AP
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| Walk in the house and I fuck her to sleep
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| Then back to the trap, I ain’t missin' a beat
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| .50 cal make these lil' niggas retreat
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| I’m saved by the bell like I’m Slader and Screech
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| Mash out to Flame and my tires gon' screech
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| My nose in the air, I might turn down a freak
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| All this work I put in got me very fatigued
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| Been through some shit that you wouldn’t believe
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| Can’t handle my lifestyle, I think you should leave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grass Valley , by - Money Man. Song from the album 6 Hours 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп