| Skrt skrt
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| What up
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| I kill a nigga over my brother that’s no cap
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| Why your bitch givin' me brain that’s no cap
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| I think I’m addicted to head, she in my lap
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| I don’t conversate with the cops I’m not a rat
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| Money piles startin' to get ridiculous
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| You know it’s five days in a week and I got six wheels
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| And bitch my son don’t for nothin' I’m gettin' my cheddar chips
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| Disrespect one of my niggas I’ll leave you neckless
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| Hey look at me I’m 23 and on my own
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| Ed Edd 'n Eddy I got my fetty plank all on my charm
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| My baby mama beat your ass and then you press charges
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| I’m off to state with my dog like I work at Target
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| I’ma need a bag right now
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| I’ma need you tyin' that trash right now, yeah
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| Heard you get it fast oh wow
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| Baby show me that you’re down oh
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| 'Cause I know you gonna tell 'em straight
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| If it’s pussy you gon' say it to their face, damn
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| I’ma pick you up and skid away
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| In a bimmer I’ma take you to estates, yeah
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| She got a full ride, but she wanna be 'bout it
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| Dropped college I be your knowledge
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| Don’t need no fakes or mirages
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| She know I can take you much farther
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| My baby birthed and a nigga started praise dancin'
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| He looked dead on his mama my lil nigga handsome
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| I made my first hunnid thousand and 'bout to do it again
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| Just to hit the mall and fuck it off on my kids
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| That lil money you gettin' just a lil you ain’t live
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| If I was to die today my whole family be rich
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| Bitch, I still save pennies 'cause it all makes sense
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| Cryin' in my room 'cause I couldn’t afford kids
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| I feel like I made it
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| I feel like the greatest
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| I’m know Allah got me he my savior
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| I do anything that it takes for my babies
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| I’m give him well he my all so crazy
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| She don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
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| You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff
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| You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
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| That little money you gettin' not enough
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| Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
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| Can’t be addicted to finer stuff
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| You don’t get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tokyo Driftin , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album The Big Chang Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп