| Britches, they be Chrome Heart, foreign car push-start
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| Scammers in my call log, they just wanna ball, dawg
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| Even if I was on a cliff, I could never ever fall off
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| I was catching plays at Kenny’s store on the east side on Ward Drive
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| We gon' spray his partner repeatedly, we got a point to prove
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| She gon' fuck me the best she ever did, she got a point to prove
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| All we get is victories, we make it a point to never lose
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| Sell my soul for fame and money, it’s something I’ll never ever do
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| When it comes to getting money, I got multiple avenues
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| They’ll never believe in you, they’d rather sit and laugh at you
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| When you need them niggas the most, they probably turn they back on you
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| Everything I say is factual, ain’t no lies in it
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| Get back from Toronto, I’ma burn it, then ball like Siakam
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| When we pull up in them foreigns, they like, «Damn, them boys a problem»
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| Mini-mansion in the Lou, all that from the Xan' and molly
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| Riding in the Ghost, dawg, like my partner got conjured
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| Know I scheme and money launder, labels makin' big assumptions
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| I’m fly like a UFO, like a fucking flying saucer
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| Everybody comedians, making jokes, but I’m unbothered
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| I ain’t focused on the next nigga, I just want commas
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| I can call a hit on anybody like the Godfather
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| I just want them pesos, pesos, like I’m Sauce Walka
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| Meet a nigga like me in your lifetime, that is not common
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| Nigga, we havin' all the juice right now, my opps is not poppin'
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| Go and get a job, lil' nigga, 'cause y’all is not bosses
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| We ain’t tryna get locked up no more, so we do crime cautious
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| Walk inside the store and purchase whatever we want, we not window shopping
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| We don’t pay attention to blogs, nigga, 'cause we don’t do the gossip
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| Britches, they be Chrome Heart, foreign car push-start
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| Scammers in my call log, they just wanna ball, dawg
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| Even if I was on a cliff, I could never ever fall off
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| I was catching plays at Kenny’s store on the east side on Ward Drive
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| We gon' spray his partner repeatedly, we got a point to prove
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| She gon' fuck me the best she ever did, she got a point to prove
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| All we get is victories, we make it a point to never lose
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| Sell my soul for fame and money, it’s something I’ll never ever do |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Lies, artist - Money Man. Album song Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп