| Whoop
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| , what you got on the stove? |
| (Do it, do it, do it)
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| Let’s cook up
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| I’m in the pot with thirty-six Os, let’s cook on the stove (Let's cook on the
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| stove)
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| I got the grits, who wanna boot? |
| Come play with your nose (Come play with your
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| nose)
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| Baguettey the gold, bust up AP (Bust it)
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| Cuban link, Mr. T, A*Team
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| VVS make a bitch daydream
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| Turn the trap house to the Trapeze
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| .223 make you stampede
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| Got racks in your pocket, they uneven
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| I’ma fuck bitches like I’m Eazy
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| I’ma dope boy like Young Jeezy
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| Got bricks, they seasoned, Kanyeezy
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| Off-White drip like I’m Jesus
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| Fill up the cup like he dizzy
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| Roll up the Runts, don’t smoke Diesel
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| Wrist in the pot with the eggbeater
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| Make that bitch our new personal dick eater
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| AK hit 'em, can’t shit neither
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| Don’t touch on the crew with them dick beaters
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| Arthur Blank, Longway the GT (Switch it up)
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| I put the bags in the BP
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| Backin' up the mail truck, beep-beep (Stack it up)
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| Stack it up, the scale go, «Deet-deet-deet-deet»
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| Left wrist cost a bell and my shoes Chanel, CC (CCs)
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| Draco came with titties and them bitches double D-Ds
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| VVs make your eyes blurry, it be hard to see these
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| Got Cartier shades like hardwood, can’t see this shit with 3D (See these)
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| Step on the brick with the DGs (Step on 'em)
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| The mother lode came with three keys (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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| I double up on pounds in AZ
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| Hit turbo when I’m in the GT
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| Stick came with turbulent .223
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| We up the murder rate fuckin' with me
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| Make 'em go vegan, we eat up the beef (Who want it?)
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| Geek off a bean and get off the leash
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| Longway the dean, I’m comin' to teach
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| I fuck a thot on the passenger seat
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| I made a chopper bachata
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| Four pockets, I fill it with guala
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| I bought that bitch a lil' body, let’s fuck up the profit, you know it’s gon'
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| come in tomorrow
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| I’m at the top of the mountain, just thumbin' and countin', you know we gon'
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| run through 'gar
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| Homie just got a lil' time, let’s flood the yard, you know we gon' go through
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| the guard
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| Longway the valet, the way that I park
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| I’m cutting, gon' cut through your head like a barber
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| Sharper, addicted to sippin' the oil
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| I’m in the kitchen just whippin' the raw
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| Got her geekin' on dope, want that state of the art
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| Lead spinnin' the block 'til you droppin' the box
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| Metal tip, came with the big boy rocks
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| My jit a lil' stepper with the big boy Glock
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| New Bentayga like a big boy yacht
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| Longway, I’m faded with a big blue knot
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| I pop a pistol like 4th of July
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| I put that dick in her jaw when she lie
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| I put that dick on that bitch when she cry
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| No, I’m not leavin' the house with no fire (Longway bitch)
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| Left wrist cost a bell and my shoes Chanel, CC (CCs)
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| Draco came with titties and them bitches double D-Ds
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| VVs make your eyes blurry, it be hard to see these
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| Got Cartier shades like hardwood, can’t see this shit with 3D (See these)
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| Step on the brick with the DGs (Step on 'em)
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| The mother lode came with three keys (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
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| I double up on pounds in AZ
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| Hit turbo when I’m in the GT
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| Stick came with turbulent .223
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| We up the murder rate fuckin' with me
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| Make 'em go vegan, we eat up the beef (Who want it?)
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| Geek off a bean and get off the leash |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 36, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song Long Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп