| I’m down in Memphis, My Glock got extensions
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| My BM she trippin, she think I’m laid up with a mistress
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| But really I’m trappin hard selling these Skittles
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| I want a lot, I don’t want just a little
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| My bitches they bad and they very conceited
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| My plug tried to tax me, I’m feeling mistreated
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| I told my lil niggas to go head and eat 'em
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| Lil mama say that she love me so deeply
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| That shit look creepy
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| Bad bitch from South Beach, said she wanna please me
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| Mixtape in 4 Hours this shit too easy
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| Dreads and the beard got me looking like Jesus
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| Sell you a bag of OG in some Yeezy’s
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| Just caught a play up a gotti, Shit Privé
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| She love my pipe I be laying it down
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| Walk in the kitchen and weigh up a pound
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| Get face in the booth, cause it help me create
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| I don’t talk or debate, I just aim at your face
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| Sorry lil shawty we can’t go on dates
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| Knew he was shiesty, it wrote on his face
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| Push up on us that’s a deadly mistake
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| Just hit the Shell Fish and swiped for a plate
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| Silverback money I’m just like a ape
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| He called for a feature, he really want bags
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| I did him verse and he purchased some bags
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| Lil bih from V-Live she throwing that ass
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| Yes I was destined to go get some cash
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| So much hate inside yo heart why you mad at me
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| Feel like a quarterback, hoes tryna tackle me
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| Burning on Wedding Cake, defying gravity
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| Went to the Bronx, I’m concealing my FN
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| Yeah it might kill me but I’m pouring medicine
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| Fly like a pelican, run up them racks
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| That’s was my destiny, superstar OG
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| I know that you smelling
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| Do dirt alone cause these niggas might tell on me
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| THC all in my browine
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| This Snacking ain’t regular yeah
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| Shooting at all my competitors yeah
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| CDB all in my body, I’m lifted
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| They smell the shit that I’m smoking and walking
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| All these blue hundred won’t fit shoe boxes
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| My lil niggas heartless they ain’t got a conscience
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| I grabbed that ass cause I ain’t got no etiquette
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| Burning on God’s Gift, I’m feeling so heaven sent
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| Went up to Jersey they said I was country
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| But one thang they can’t say is I ain’t got money
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| Ungh
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| Secret compartment my Tahoe
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| Quavo shit, I’m the head huncho
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| Bad bitch and she from Morocco
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| Juug in the Mouring, Alonzo
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| You ain’t tryna buy ain’t no convo
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| Source with the tree he Armenian
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| He get it to me expediently
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| He know a nigga be needing it
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| She know a nigga be needing her
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| My dick is wet I be feeding her
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| I almost fucked up her femur
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| Swipe her a purse with a Visa
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| I never ever mistreat her
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| Bally my headband and sneakers
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| Yeaaah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memphis , by - Money Man. Song from the album No Promo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп