| Try to dumb it down but I’m too rich to act like
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| I was broke
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| Gucci store 7500 on a leather coat
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| Free the bros yeah
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| I prolly say that shit on every song
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| Corner store held me down
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| I didn’t have nowhere else to go
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| He kickin doors bruh didn’t have no clothes and mom was on the dope
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| We switchin up
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| Got our hands on pistols we start stickin up
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| Jus give it up he got a bad temper he be quick to bust
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| My life is rough
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| We weren’t goin to school we tryna run it up
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| Walk to the bluff
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| Free lil Jock and D can’t say that shit enough
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| A stolen truck We got on the chase we had got away
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| And tony make Lupo caught the case
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| That shit that was cray
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| Marco survived
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| He got in another race somebody died
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| I been in the streets since I was 9 for real
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| Think this money got me traumatized ain’t got no time to chill
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| I know if a bitch won’t then my mama will I can’t lie
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| I’ve popped a lotta pills
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| To get me in my mode but I can’t take no mo
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| All this pain don’t know how to feel
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| I was taught if you gone take it go on and take it don’t know how to steal
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| Fuck the ops we gotta kill
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| Slide back on that same drill
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| Let me stick it out the window
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| Imma drive the wheel
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| All white my teeth I had to travel overseas
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| Lil bitch wanna bless and told her fuck me till she sneeze (choo)
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| Yes, them my Cartiers they keep askin what are these (what's that)
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| Coco from the floor up all I rock is double C’s (nay nay)
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| No slowin down Shop with BGE we havin a lotta pounds
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| Ja Morant 12 bows in the air caught him and dunked it down
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| He hidin out I jus got the drop he on my side of town
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| I’m fresh to def had on Balency runners but I walked em down
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| Lil bitch bad she call me dad like I’m a father figure
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| Triple beam under the bed cause I can’t wait to hit her (Can't wait)
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| You know the rules can’t bust a move if I ain’t got my pistol (Can't do dat)
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| Count it up a half a mil then get a finger blister
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| This shit get ugly shit get mad real
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| 2 hittaz behind me they my ad libs
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| Put on every chain still ain’t got time to chill
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| Choose one you want attention or a hundred mil niggas don’t be on shit no mo so
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| I don’t do favors Dior, Louis V, Amiri I got on a few flavors (Drip)
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| Gang gang around this bitch I like a fool savor
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| He wanna be famous fuck it put him cross the newspapers
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| Cuban Link around my neck even tho I’m a nigga
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| 10 inch haters I’ll prolly shoot my shot at Serena Williams
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| I did some shit Beyonce way before I heard by jigga
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| Where I’m from you gotta felony you still gotta keep a pistol
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| Bring it down in traffic weigh it up in plastic
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| Lil hoe too savage fuckin her friend baby daddy
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| I had to crash in a trap house that bed had too much traffic
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| Shoot this bitch like Stackhouse he play for the Mavericks
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| Geekin in the club move around and the crowd get it
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| She let me fuck I was just finna ask could my dog hit it
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| Witnessed some dope boys 6 feet that got rich off midgets
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| I had fucked a cougar she ain’t even know these thousand dollar britches
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| Can’t be playin with these niggas can’t be playin with these hoes
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| I was a youngin on that doe like even though keys open doors
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| No one opens safes and my woman getting cake
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| And money in my pocket is a little too debate
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| But I’ll kill yo lil outfit
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| I wore it two days
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| Ya see henny |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Chill , by - Moneybagg Yo. Song from the album Time Served, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп