| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| You know I’m plugged with the green
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| I got that Glock in my jeans
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| I got them racks in my jeans
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| Nigga, this A1 Gelato, this shit twenty-three
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| That bitch in love with my voice, she got me on repeat
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| Nigga, this strap, it hold fifty, don’t care if you deep
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| You got your ho rocking Fila, you cheap
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| She meet a player like me, she gon' cheat
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| She meet a player like me, I’ma beat
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| I got two bitches with me, they some freaks
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| We fucked in a foreign, left cum on the seats
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| I killed this here track, I left blood on the beat
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| I am so different, my shit is unique
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| Met a bitch out of town, her name Unique
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Them bullets rain just like they an umbrella
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| Bought that bitch lipo, I put her together
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| Bought that bitch Fendi, I got her together
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| She love the kid, so I got her forever
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| Yeah, yeah, I got them treasures
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| I pour out the pint and I don’t even measure
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| I fill up a ziploc and don’t even weigh up
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| My plug gave me two bags and told me don’t pay him
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| Treat these bitches like dragons, you know I’ma slay 'em
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| I pulled out that 'Rari, I’m makin' a statement
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| My kids gon' be G 'cause you know I’ma raise 'em
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| I got that sack, so I’m feeling like Aikman
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| Call me Harambre, you know I be apeing
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| I can’t control 'em, my niggas be taking
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| Pulled off on a play 'cause I ain’t feel like waiting
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| Pulled off on a bitch, she was talkin' too much
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| Get your own sauce, niggas copy too much
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| Gotta drop more, I ain’t droppin' enough
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| Don’t hit my line, you ain’t coppin' enough
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| Them niggas cool, but ain’t fucking with us
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| Used to burn loud on the back of the bus
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| Heard you went broke, but you used to be on
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| Gotta stack up them racks, what the fuck is you on, stupid?
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| Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I’m walking, yeah
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| You hear the real when I’m talking, yeah
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| These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah
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| Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
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| I need like 50K for a verse
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| Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt
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| I’ma go swipe her a Louis purse
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| I love the way that she movin', twerk
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| Had to boost up my status
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| My bitch is the baddest, my car is the fastest
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| Your shit the trashest, I don’t wanna listen
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| Had to put all my dawgs and my hoes in position
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| I must admit this lifestyle is addictive
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| I done seen money turn good niggas wicked
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| I done seen money turn ugly hoes bad
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| I done seen money turn childhood friends mad
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| Walk around with this wad in my motherfuckin' hands
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| These niggas lil' boys, come talk to the man
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| These niggas telling lies, they be some shams
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| Go get some hustle, go weigh up some grams
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| Go get some hustle, go get you a Lam'
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| Go get some hustle, don’t you understand?
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| My bitch she red, right now, she got a tan
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| This 9 open niggas up just like a can
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| Shout out my niggas who locked in the can
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| I do whatever I want 'cause I can
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| This AP plain as fuck, this shit is bland
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| Three hundred acres, I purchased some land
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| I keep it A1, that shit in my glands
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| She keep on beggin' me, she want a chance
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| She wanna come and unfasten my pants
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| Tossin' them racks on that ho while she dance
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| Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I’m walking, yeah
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| You hear the real when I’m talking, yeah
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| These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah
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| Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
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| I need like 50K for a verse
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| Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt
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| I’ma go swipe her a Louis purse
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| I love the way that she movin', twerk |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You See It, artist - Money Man. Album song State of Emergency, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп