| Tote my bag 'longside my rib
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| I don’t eat pork, I don’t talk to no pigs
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| I don’t trust niggas who abandon their kids
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| You still servin' Alabama with mid
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| I don’t hold work, I get off swift
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| Can’t trust bitches, they talk too much
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| Can’t afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
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| Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
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| I was in the studio, fuck these sluts
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| And I sold 400 bags this month
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| Can’t let a bitch nigga hit my blunt
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| BC the gang, we a unified front
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| I’ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
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| And I’m in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
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| She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once
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| Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
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| These the Diors, I ain’t rockin' no Dunks
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| I ain’t go to class lil' nigga, I flunked
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| And I got 90 bags in my trunk, under my spare
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| Hit her from the back, pullin' her hair
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| Rocks in my yard, nigga, beware
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| Nigga can’t lack, gotta be aware
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| I ain’t have shit, life ain’t fair
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| Damn, baby girl lookin' good in them sweats
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| I ain’t talkin' shoes but I’m runnin' to a check
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| Told my girl sorry for the neglect
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| She just wanna lay around the house and have sex
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| Plug got a plug and he just hit me with a text
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| He just sent three different packs for a test run
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| Every day I serve, nigga, gotta keep a handgun
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| And I got the weed, sell it in my mansion
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| Everything plant-based, I done went vegan
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| I done been down bad, know he freezin'
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| But lil' girl sick as hell, cold, she was sneezin'
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| Talked to the Lord and I told him I need Him
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| Why you in the trap, not shoppin'? |
| Nigga, beat it
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| Just like a keyboard, you can get deleted
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| All my goals, nigga, I’ma exceed 'em
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| And I got five straps in the two-seater
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| And I got the queen with me like Latifah
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| All my niggas pit bulls, nigga, I’ma breed 'em
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| Yeah, yeah, and I got exotic comin' in every weekend
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| Nigga, this motivation when I’m speakin'
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| Niggas tellin' on their partner, that’s treason
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| Lil' nigga mad at me, he ain’t eatin'
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| He ain’t got hustle, lil' nigga, that’s the reason
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| Tote my bag 'longside my rib
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| I don’t eat pork, I don’t talk to no pigs
|
| I don’t trust niggas who abandon their kids
|
| You still servin' Alabama with mid
|
| I don’t hold work, I get off swift
|
| Can’t trust bitches, they talk too much
|
| Can’t afford this drip 'cause it cost too much
|
| Gotta cherish these racks 'cause I lost too much
|
| I was in the studio, fuck these sluts
|
| And I sold 400 bags this month
|
| Can’t let a bitch nigga hit my blunt
|
| BC the gang, we a unified front
|
| I’ma keep it real, girl, I love your touch
|
| And I’m in the crib rollin' Purple Punch
|
| She done felt the Lord and I only hit it once
|
| Coolin' in the pool in some Burberry trunks
|
| These the Diors, I ain’t rockin' no Dunks
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| I ain’t go to class lil' nigga, I flunked |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Rib, artist - Money Man. Album song Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп