| Yeah, look
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| Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet
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| Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex
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| Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
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| And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect
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| You fuckin' with a young nigga
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| Two twelves in the trunk, nigga
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| Havin' everything he want, nigga
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| Life in the rush nigga
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| Probably never good enough, nigga
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| All he wanna do is stunt
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| Nigga’s always lookin' up to him, whole spot goin' up to him
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| New money gettin' stuck to him
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| Life, it was rough to him
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| Skinny nigga, he was buff to it, trying to do it like Puff do it
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| Do it like Russ do it, real life, said, «What's up?» |
| to it
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| Need a Benz, nigga, fuck Buick
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| Made a plan and I stuck to it
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| I’m the man, you a bluff to us, small talk such a sus to us
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| The money is a must to us
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| We came from these corners but we at it 'til we affluent
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| You gotta bring your guts to it
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| Tryna get it to the point they gotta bring it in a truck to us
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| Yeah, look
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| Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet
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| Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex
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| Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
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| And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect
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| Smoke with me
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| All 'em blogs never shook a nigga
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| Hundred racks just to book a nigga
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| Greatest ever like a Brooklyn nigga
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| All this ice here is hard to overlook a nigga
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| Fell in love with that fast money
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| 50 racks on that back end
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| Walk through cause four bricks
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| Maybachs when I back in
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| L.A.X., Nip, roll that pound
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| Poolside at that polo lounge
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| M-O-B, bitch, hold that down
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| Pinky ring, gold Rolex crown
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| Testify, never go that route
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| Black bottles, that Moët out
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| My first mil, I had a Kodak smile
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| Tell the plug, «Bring more back now»
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| Fake jewels, never tolerate it
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| Pray Boobee case exonerated
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| Every night I thank God I made it
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| Every night I thank God I made it!
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| My bitch bad like Paula Patton
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| Big ass mansion from all that rappin'
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| Tell the police, «Call the captain»
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| Motherfucker, I’ma start the clappin'
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| Yeah, look
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| Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet
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| Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex
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| Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
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| And, nigga, I’ma die for my fuckin' respect
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| Maybach Music |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Hunnit a Show (feat. Rick Ross), artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Mailbox Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп