| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, they sleepin' on the kid but I’m unbothered (Trauma Tone)
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| Last month I turned down five label offers
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| Then lil' mama hit my blunt and she got nauseous
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| I’m a business man, step into my office
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| He tired of his girlfriend speakin' 'bout me, he switched the topic
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| They feelin' my snippets on IG
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| Big yellow gold AP look like pee
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| My bitch from India, no Arie
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| I’m droppin' quality music like Pee
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| We fuckin' all inside my car now she done came all on my seat
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| These funny lookin' Margielas feelin' comfortable on my feet
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| All the blogs say your shit ride but in the street we know it’s weak
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| I like my bitch pussy sloppy wet but I like my hundreds all neat
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| I’m kinda drained 'cause a nigga been lookin' at these pounds and weighing up
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| all week
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| Ain’t on no court but you know I’ma hit the mall and ball like Joel Embiid
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| All these chains around my neck just like a slave except I’m free
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| Heard she charge you for the pussy, damn, she let me hit it free
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| You think that being a slimeball cool, I don’t, I guess we don’t agree
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| You niggas already lost, you niggas might as well take a knee
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| I keep them shooters with me and you know they aim shit
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| Lil' mama seen a nigga in person and almost fainted
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| My Air Forces clean, you know they custom painted
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| I swear these broke niggas be speaking another language
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| I trap so hard just like I’m Drink God, all these bottles of sour and paint
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| Avoiding these cars, I ain’t usin' my Wayz app
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| Nigga better bring my money like ASAP
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| Nigga, my wrist be rocky like A$AP
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| I was on the block every night like Suge
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| Bass guitar like I knew I could
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| Now I got bad bitches treating me good
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| Gotta make sure I’m goin' hard on all these verses
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| Gotta upgrade all my straps 'cause niggas lurkin'
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| I can’t leave it in the car, I got it on person
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| Got your bitch shotgun in the foreign and we swervin'
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| I hit that bitch one time, you know she ain’t a virgin
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| I hit the club, yeah, you know they let them birds in (Let's go)
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| Niggas tryna ride the wave but bitch, we surfin'
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| And niggas talkin' on the 'Gram gon' get 'em in person
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| I pop them Percs, yeah, that’s my meds, it got me nauseous
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| I keep the stick, I got that tint, you better keep cautious
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| If you not talkin' 'bout no check, I’m tired of talking
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| I got this water 'round my neck but not a dolphin
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| These niggas so shady, boy, you gotta pay me or we gonna give you heat
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| You goin' so crazy on the daily, I made sixty in a week
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| Oh, that’s your baby? |
| She a nympho, she be fuckin' up my sheets
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| I passed that thot ho to my kinfolk, yeah, these bitches is some freaks
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| Makin' that wrist skrrt 'til your wrist hurt, you gon' remix up a key
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| You goin' berserk in that new vert, doin' a hundred down the street
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| Put you on a t-shirt, hell, you can get hurt if you play with FBG
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| Nigga put in work, rich, came from the dirt, we was servin' A to Z
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| It’s lot of money on the East Side, yeah, they know who run the city
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| Every state, I get a new vibe, fuck a bitch because she pretty
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| And in the streets better keep your shoes tied 'cause these niggas really gritty
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| Feel like every week we be like, «Who that man was having to the city?»
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| Trauma Tone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BCFBG , by - Money Man. Song from the album Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп