| I really can’t give you apologies
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| (KillaOnDaBeat)
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| All I can give you is honesty
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| I love my plug, he be droppin' it
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| Lil' mama twerk and she droppin it'
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| UPS loud, I be boxin' it
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| Exotic be all in my oxygen
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| House full of plants and I’m croppin' em
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| Nigga try robbin', I’m droppin' him
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| When I left her I know she was sobbin'
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| 'Cause I only hit once and I’m sorry
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| Gotta make me a cap, I’ma charge 'em
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| I be plantin' them seeds I be farmin'
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| I’ma trap in a sweatsuit from Target
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| Nigga pass and they jet like some vermin
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| Yeah, she pretty, her body is scorchin'
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| I work in a UPS sortin'
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| Had to quit and go buy me some reefer
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| She want me to go deeper and deeper
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| I need 10k to do your lil' feature
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| Introvert, I ain’t talkin' to people
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| Brought them guns to the show right here, copy
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| And she bad and her body be godly
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| I can trap so I’m good on the robbin'
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| Got a gang with me and we be mobbin'
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| On her knees and you know she be slobbin'
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| She gon' twerk and just know she gon' drop it
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| If you broke then you niggas ain’t poppin'
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| Got a .45 to settle my problems
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| Got a bitch in the crib and she bad as she wanna be
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| These niggas frontin' these niggas just wannabe
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| My trap be jumpin' and jet like a wallaby
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| These niggas' bitin', these niggas be mockin' me
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| Baby girl come and just sit down and talk to me
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| Hurt you, but I’ll say you better come shop with me
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| Feelin' invincible, ain’t no one stoppin' me
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| Got to her bed like fulfillin' a prophecy
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| Kept that shit solid, so why they be knockin' me?
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| Fresh as a bitch these bitches be jockin' me
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| Take me a trip and go switch my geography
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| Flats on the ground, want a pic like photography
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| I know some niggas who didn’t believe in me
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| Deep inside I know these niggas ain’t seein' me
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| Whippin' the Ghost and this shit is a deity
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| Finna take over, these rappers be fearin' it
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| They bop their head to my shit when they be hearin' it
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| You hear the pacifist all in my lyrics
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| You feel authentic, it’s all my spirit, yeah
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| I really can’t give you apologies
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| All I can give you is honesty
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| I love my plug, he be droppin' it
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| Lil' mama twerk and she droppin it'
|
| UPS loud, I be boxin' it
|
| Exotic be all in my oxygen
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| House full of plants and I’m croppin' em
|
| Nigga try robbin', I’m droppin' him
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| When I left her I know she was sobbin'
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| 'Cause I only hit once and I’m sorry
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| Gotta make me a cap, I’ma charge 'em
|
| I be plantin' them seeds I be farmin'
|
| I’ma trap in a sweatsuit from Target
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| Nigga pass and they jet like some vermin
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| Yeah, she pretty, her body is scorchin'
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| I work in a UPS sortin'
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| Had to quit and go buy me some reefer
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| She want me to go deeper and deeper
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| I need 10k to do your lil' feature
|
| Introvert, I ain’t talkin' to people
|
| Brought them guns to the show right here, copy
|
| And she bad and her body be godly
|
| I can trap so I’m good on the robbin'
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| Got a gang with me and we be mobbin'
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| On her knees and you know she be slobbin'
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| She gon' twerk and just know she gon' drop it
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| If you broke then you niggas ain’t poppin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honesty , by - Money Man. Song from the album Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп