| I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire
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| Paid the j to shine up the tires
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| Niggas singing like they with the choir
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| Niggas singing, they equal to mine
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| Washing money, I need me a dryer
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| She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
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| All this loud got a nigga surrounded
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| Had to sit down and read the Quran
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| Had to go tat my hood on my arm
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| Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
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| All these racks got me toasty and warm
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| Finna trail a white boy to the farm
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| We got barrels of loud in the barn
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| I went to NY
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| Dont wanna ride Wraith
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| So im feeling lime Murci'
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| Where was these niggas at when we were starving
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| Load up the Murci' with 50
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| And this site that im on its encrypted
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| I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious
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| Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches
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| Drive the foreign like a warship
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| 40 pointers in a cuban chopper jumpin' in a circle like a moshpit
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| One thing I could never do is give my heart away to a thot bitch
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| Or a wholesome good woman either, I could wreck a bitch just to be a cheater
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| I got bitches swipin' credit cards, I just bought an AP and a baby cheetah
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| Sent the bitch with the spanish plug shit for $ 80k I did the macarena
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| I be slidin' around Houston, Texas but all my choppers come from Argentina
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| I’m buying these diamonds they so clean cause I keep em polished in streets
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| bleedin'
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| Boy I swear it like civil war around this mother fucker need a peace treaty
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| (Owieee!)
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| Youngins just 12 years old gang banging in the trap tryin' to eat greedy
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| But when you see his face in the news
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| But a father figure, what they say he needed
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| But who was at home and was there to feed him
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| Dont voice yo opinion if you ain’t lead em
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| Owie!
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| I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire
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| Paid the j to shine up the tires
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| Niggas singing like they with the choir
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| Niggas singing, they equal to mine
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| Washing money, I need me a dryer
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| She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
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| All this loud got a nigga surrounded
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| Had to sit down and read the Quran
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| Had to go tat my hood on my arm
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| Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
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| All these racks got me toasty and warm
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| Finna trail a white boy to the farm
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| We got barrels of loud in the barn
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| I went to NY
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| Dont wanna ride Wraith
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| So im feeling lime Murci'
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| Where was these niggas at when we were starving
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| Load up the Murci' with 50
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| And this site that im on its encrypted
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| I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious
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| Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches
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| I got young bitches thinking that im playing them sports
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| You know I’m flyin' in the motherfuckin' Stork
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| My hacker Korean that nigga a dork
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| I hit her she screamin' her voice getting hoarse
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| Just sold a bag out a Porsche
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| Got a plug in the land in the north
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| He said Go to the border I buy me like 25
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| Bought me a quarter my bitches be Quarters
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| I put me some racks to the side for a lawyer
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| When I’m trappin im conscience people be watchin'
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| Nigga be plottin' niggas ain’t snappin' shit
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| Pull up we choppin' shit
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| Pull up we droppin' shit
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| Niggas ain’t us
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| They must be the opposite
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| Gone have my lil niggas to trail you and follow you
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| Trap out the mountains
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| Got some plugs i ain’t hitting, know they mad at me
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| 12 think they slick they ain’t jamming me
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| Gotta run up these racks for my family
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| Finna go get a bag imma grab it
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| I just left out from mailing a package
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| These niggas ain’t in my bracket
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| Spray your lil whip up in traffic
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| I just settled on blues and i stack em
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| I’m in Houston, just walked out the Spire
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| Paid the j to shine up the tires
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| Niggas singing like they with the choir
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| Niggas singing, they equal to mine
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| Washing money, I need me a dryer
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| She gon' suck me with plenty saliva
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| All this loud got a nigga surrounded
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| Had to sit down and read the Quran
|
| Had to go tat my hood on my arm
|
| Knocked him off, now his family gon' mourn
|
| All these racks got me toasty and warm
|
| Finna trail a white boy to the farm
|
| We got barrels of loud in the barn
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| I went to NY
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| Dont wanna ride Wraith
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| So im feeling lime Murci'
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| Where was these niggas at when we were starving
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| Load up the Murci' with 50
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| And this site that im on its encrypted
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| I’m in Starbucks im looking suspicious
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| Cause this laptop gone bring me these riches |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Encrypted, artist - Money Man. Album song No Promo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп