| He a fuck nigga we can’t collab
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| Every shooter they take out the trash
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| Cuban look like they shattered some glass
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| Lit up a blunt up of Biscotti with bae
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| Sale a bell at the extended stay
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| Lil nigga stay in your place
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| 'fore you get shot in the face
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| Had to upgrade my diamonds they clearer
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| I see M’s getting nearer and nearer
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| Love my BM, she down to the grave
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| Wifi turn my trap into a wraith
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| Got the AMG parked in the cave
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| Don’t forget and I never forgave
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| Shipment gone so we yellin' hooray
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| Half a ton, it got gone in a day
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| Blow gelato smoke all in your face
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| Kick up my motor then race
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| Ice out my Ankh, I got faith
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| In the streets I’m the don, I’m the greatest
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| Every bad bitch got me on their playlist
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| She stay down so I love on my ole lady
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| Bumpin' Gucci ain’t listenin' to Jay-Z
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| I ain’t Drake but I’m burnin' with Baby
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| Got locked up 3 times for this weed shit
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| Keep your lil favors I don’t need shit
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| Choppa like a cannibal it eat shit
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| Christian Lou-B's I can read bitch
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| Water on my chain make 'em seasick
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| Like a pound I’ma bust down a rollie
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| You ain’t my friend, you ain’t my homie
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| Run the racks up all by my lonely
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| Gucci sneaks I’ma fast on the Y-3
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| Different designer if a nigga need an idea
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| Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
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| 50k for the motherfuckin' timepiece
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| Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
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| If I’m broke then I’ma go do a robbery
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| I done turned to a hot commodity
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| She lookin' in my eye while I’m talkin'
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| Freight train ain’t nobody stoppin' me
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| Ran up them racks by my lonesome
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| So I can’t let no one hold nothing
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| Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
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| Quit All That Talk, You ain’t tough nigga
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| I’m starting to lose all my faith in you
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| Knew from the jump not to fuck with you
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| I ain’t got no love I ain’t loveable
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| No I’m not soft, I’m not hug-able
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| When I was in jail had to muscle through
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| Only time I feel right is when touchin' you
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| You get out of bounds and I’m bustin' you
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| Go to court them crackers be judgin' you
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| You a bitch so I can’t say what’s up to you
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| She wanna eat me just like I’m a lunchable
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| Leather seat got the coup feeling comfortable
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| When she suck me the feeling phenomenal
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| My hacker a geek he at Comicon
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| Can’t eat shit today cause it’s Ramadan
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| Catch a play serve the petro at a marathon
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| When I pull out that stick they get teary-eyed
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| Told lil shawty come here let me feel your vibe
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| Too many hoes in my dm I can’t decide
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| When I mash_in that Demon she terrified
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| All the bitches I talk to are verified
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| Been recordin' all night so I’m very tired
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| Been trappin all night so I’m very tired
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| That shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed
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| Shit I burn make your body feel paralyzed
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| Like a pound I’ma bust down a rollie
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| You ain’t my friend, you ain’t my homie
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| Run the racks up all by my lonely
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| Gucci sneaks I’ma fast on the Y-3
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| Different designer if a nigga need an idea
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| Little whore that lil mama finna ride me
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| 50k for the motherfuckin' timepiece
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| Shoot 'em dead at the store on aisle 3
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| If I’m broke then I’ma go do a robbery
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| I done turned to a hot commodity
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| She lookin' in my eye while I’m talkin'
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| Freight train ain’t nobody stoppin' me
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| Ran up them racks by my lonesome
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| So I can’t let no one hold nothing
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| Pockets so swole like a buff nigga
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| Quit All That Talk you ain’t tough nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonesome, artist - Money Man. Album song TraumaMan, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп