| She got that body I like
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| Sent her a ticket, now she on a flight
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| She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
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| Scammin', made 50K just in one night
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| The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
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| When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
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| She wanna motherfuckin' kick it
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| Come on, let’s fuck in the kitchen
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| In the Beverly Center, I’m drippin'
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| Yeah, yeah, just dropped her off, now she already miss me
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| I’m never naked, I’m keeping a glizzy
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| Ballin' just like the
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| She throw it back on me just like a Frisbee
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| She throw it back so good, I bought her Fendi
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| Come take this Perc' and she gon' show her cleavage
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| Took me some plastic just to swipe in Cleveland
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| Niggas gon' hate, they even hate the cheesy
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| I was just four-fourin' in some Yeezys
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| I just copped the Five-seveN, no kiddin', yeah
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| Fastin' all night, I’m dizzy, yeah
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| Bae, I just want your kitty, yeah
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| I just want motherfuckin' digits, yeah
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| Every strain a nigga burnin' top notch
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| Lookin' at the time on the AP bustdown stopwatch
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| Nigga, I’m the reason why the block hot
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| I done put the Cash App card in every mailbox
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| If I get locked up, I’m runnin' my cell block
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| I’ma lay the wood down, I’ma make her bed rock
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| I’ma keep twins with me, two FNs with me
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| Niggas know I’m stayin' on point
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| Sellin' these out a house street city
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| I just copped a Lamborghini, I ain’t want the 550
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| Sold a Q, yeah, the trap five for the nine-fifty
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| That is not za on your page, it is not sticky
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| You ain’t never steal shit, nigga, you are not drillin'
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| We ain’t worried 'bout his lil' bankroll, we got millions
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| We ain’t worried 'bout a lil' car that you postin' on the 'Gram, nigga,
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| we just cashed out on two Lams
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| Petty-ass nigga tryna show a nigga three grams
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| Have my shooter comin' off the bench with a stick like Lou Will, nigga,
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| he the sixth man
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| Sent her a ticket, now she on a flight
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| She hop off the plane, then she come get the pipe
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| Scammin', made 50K just in one night
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| The next day, I spent that shit all on some ice
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| When I weigh up a turkey bag, it be precise
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| She wanna motherfuckin' kick it
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| Come on, let’s fuck in the kitchen |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Precise, artist - Money Man. Album song Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп