| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
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| Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match
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| I know what they up too, they don’t really love you
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| Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
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| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
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| Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
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| Popped out smoking OG
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| Its a new Amiri jean
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| Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah
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| Keep up in a two door
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| Getting top, while I’m watching Naruto
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| Twenty bands on the kid, when he stepped out
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| Its really no contest, I’m the best out
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| Ice cold, sipping on
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| I’m balling on 2k
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| VVS on my neck, on my earlobes
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| New crib, bathroom with the heated floors
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| White my whip
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| All cash down, pulling out the dealership
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| I like getting money, least not like this
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| Sixteen thou on a necklace
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| Got your girl looking at me like she want me
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| Windows down probably drapped in Givenchy
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| Riding down the coast with shawty smoking
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| Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me
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| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
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| Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match
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| I know what they up too, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
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| Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
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| Its a new Amiri jean
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| Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah
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| Prolly chilling with some bitches at the ski lodge
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| New Balenciaga not no Rebok
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| Now we burning all the gas in the Nisson
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| Ollie self produced, everybody know the beat knock
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| Fuck my girl from the back, with my chains on
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| Power up like I’m
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| Bad bitch in Louis Vuitton
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| Hit the drunken fists, Henny like I’m Rockly
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| I just hit the limit on the ATM
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| G class Benz with the forgiato rims
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| Rolling through my city probably thumbing through my bands
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| I be getting money with my best friends
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| I be at the crib laying low, smoking fruit loops
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| VVS looking like a holographic bluetooth
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| Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up
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| Everybody eyes on the gang when they see us
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| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
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| Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match
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| I know what they up too, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
|
| Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
|
| Its a new Amiri jean
|
| Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah
|
| Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack
|
| Y’all don’t wanna smell mine, y’all can’t match
|
| I know what they up too, they don’t really love you
|
| Quarter ounce of kush, and the Louis V bag
|
| Pull up in the i8 digital dash
|
| Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass
|
| Popped out smoking OG
|
| Its a new Amiri jean
|
| Got these boys shook, like a panic attack, yeah yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Non Stop , by - Oliver Francis. Song from the album The Adventures of Oliver Francis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп