| They all got dollar signs in they name
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| I just got dollars in my name
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| You should know that I’d be lying
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| If I said that wasn’t strange
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| Than say that shit out loud
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| Cause nowadays I can’t complain
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| The same shit that held me down
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| Same reason I’m getting paid
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| From the top of your shit list
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| Then checking off my wish list
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| Nearly, getting evicted
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| In the end its I that fishes
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| And I’m getting all our bitches
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| Nah i don’t mean women
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| If you ever chose to listen
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| Please trust me there’s a difference
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| Not everything that’s gold really glistens
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| Rappers all they?
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| And champagne is what I’m pissing
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| I appreciate my folks
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| Reality is rippling
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| Nah I didn’t predict it
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| It was given from my written’s
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| If you bump my shit, yeah you know you do
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| You think I sing too much?
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| Deep throat a pole or two
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| What am I supposed to do
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| Cause all y’all are boring me
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| So I act accordingly
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| Even more importantly
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| Shouts to Kuz for recording me
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| He gets to witness greatness in the making
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| All I see is green lord I’m stuck up in the matrix
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| Belly floppin' on this cash
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| Pray I don’t hit that fake shit on the way down
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| On the way down
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| If I had all the money in the whole wide world
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| I wouldn’t buy you shit, if I was filthy rich
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| I’d spend it all on me, I’ma spend it all on me
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| If I had everything I ever wanted
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| I wouldn’t have my scars no more, I would flaunt them
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| I would spend it all on me, I would spend it all on me
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| Every last dollar x2
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| Ima spend it all on me x2
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| Every last dollar x2
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| Ima spend it all on me x2
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| I try to keep moving so I’m assuming
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| But i’m living life like Truman
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| The camera zooming
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| Poured a vodka in the newmans
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| Yes its prognosis, proper cause the thunder now boomin'
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| Between my temples like instrumentals that keep on resuming
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| I’m old enough to admit that i love the chaos
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| Good sex, cigarettes, and NFL play-offs
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| Tell my personal Adolfs that it’s all about to pay off
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| Should i let 'em live? |
| mmm, what do we say, nah, hell no
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| Born in some shelters
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| My feet are still on fire, for running through hell though
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| Let me cool them off, with
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| Bottle service and models jerking us all behind the curtain
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| She twerking, ooh that booty so soft
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| Think again, if you say this shit don’t come without a cost
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| I put peggy in some first but the rest won’t hear a word
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| Not a peep, not a dime
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| I can’t sleep, there’s no time
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| If i let my momma wine
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| You let me bleed while you recline
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| You used to laugh and mock at us
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| But i don’t think you’d laugh if you saw the numbers they offer us
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| Champagne with sparklers
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| Tan bitches they gawk at us
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| Screaming please pardon us
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| But Cuey you so marvellous, won’t you put your cock in us?
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| If I had all the money in the whole wide world
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| I wouldn’t buy you shit, if I was filthy rich
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| I’d spend it all on me, I’ma spend it all on me
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| If I had everything I ever wanted
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| I wouldn’t have my scars no more, I would flaunt them
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| I would spend it all on me, I would spend it all on me
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| Every last dollar x2
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| Ima spend it all on me x2
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| Every last dollar x2
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| Ima spend it all on me x2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Last Dollar , by - Oncue. Song from the album Angry Young Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп