| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
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| Ayy, walk on the court smellin' like gelato
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| Bust down Rollie and I’m
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| Ice in my face 'cause I know it’s my time
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| Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
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| New bitch ass soft as a cushion
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| Hoochies call me like, We gotta keep pushin'
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| They tryna get time in the feds
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| Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
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| Remember school days with Brody and Lex
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| I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
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| I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
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| Now hand that’s puttin' hand on the ground
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| Mama trippin', thought it wasn’t gon' work
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| My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
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| Fuck it, I ain’t trippin', she could be worse
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| Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
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| I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
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| Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin' with me 'cause of hoes
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| Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes
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| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
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| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
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| That’s how I perform, uh
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| I like to hold the chrome, yeah
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| I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
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| I like it home alone, uh
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| I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin' on the block
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| And they trappin' at home, uh
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| First she had next, now break up, yeah
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| Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
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| Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
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| I look good, I stay up, yeah
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| I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
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| I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
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| I took my service gone, uh
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| I got a mobile phone, uh
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| I’m trappin' home alone, uh
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| Nigga, I got a chrome
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| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
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| Woah, get the dough is all I know
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| So, yeah, 'cause they gon' hate regardless
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| No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
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| Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal
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| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone
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| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp'
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| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone
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| Now we on, she was different back when we was home
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| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SSP , by - OG Ron C. Song from the album Star Radio, Vol. 10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп