| Fuck her so long that she ran out of wind
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| I’m on a website, I’m purchasing BINs
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| AMG kit on my car, that’s a band
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| Cartier word on my spectacle lens
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| Bitch on my arm and you know she a ten
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| My partner pulled up and he came and bought ten
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| Pushin' that Demon, my car is a sin (Trauma Tone)
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| When I open that pack, niggas smellin' the scent
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| I’m at the top of the Twelve in a pent'
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| Synthetic fraud, I ain’t payin' no rent
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| If they raid the spot, then I might do a stint
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| I reach in my pocket and pull out a roll
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| He reach in his pocket and pull out some lint
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| She tryna fuck me, she givin' me hints
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| I go get some money and stay out the mix
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| I’ma open my door, I’ma hop out the whip
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| When I walk in the house, she gon' jump on my dick
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| She gon' take off my clothes, she gon' suck me with spit
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| I just put her on swiping, her ex-nigga sick
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| I just bought her a laptop, now she got the kit
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| She just punched in some numbers, got clothes for her kids
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| Tryna take from the kid, you’ll get burnt like a cig'
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| We just left from downtown, she just swiped for a wig
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| We don’t do this shit small, we gon' do this shit big
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| She gon' love me forever and never renege
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| I’ma love her the same, I don’t fuck with no pigs
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout Taye, but I know niggas dig
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| Put some racks on your head like I work up in Lids
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| Takin' trips out of town, we done hit different banks
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| All the crime that I’m doin', they feel in they state
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| I done already drained the card, agents too late
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| I done already raped an account, they too late
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| She gon' come fuck me to sleep
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| Backin' up the trap, truck beep, beep
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| Ridin' 'round catchin' plays one deep
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| Got white cards, got cheat sheet
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| Got the fast Benz, this an AMG
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| At the Lakers game watchin' AD
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| And my jewelry cold like AC
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| Royal Oak, dawg, this an AP
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| Shooter ridin' with me like KD
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| Nigga, I’m a chief like KC
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| Bae, I’ma beat like Tay Keith
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| Nigga, I’m a killer, don’t make me
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| Ridin' around scammin' in a H3
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| Red bottom runners, they blue navy
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| These niggas broke, they too lazy
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| Grab a surfboard, I be too wavy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ran Outta Wind , by - Money Man. Song from the album State of Emergency, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп