| Fifty for my Rollie
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| Heroin bricks, they look like Beijing
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| Ride them Forgis like they swangers
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| Kurt Cobain, I’m sippin' on codeine
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| Lemon tree, smokin' on Do-Si-Dos
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| Droppin' the top on the Holy Ghost
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| Who you know play in the bowl the most?
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| Stack it up, load it up, get it and go
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| Whoa, trap at the cornerstore
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| Whoa whoa, workin' the high low
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| Hit the link in my bio
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| We wrappin' up shit like a gyro
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| QB the play, throw the spiral
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| Longway Pacino, Dinero
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| Dolce Gabbana from Melrose
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| I wrap the brick up with velcro
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| I put the dick on Griselda, uh
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| It’s cheap but it keep it so stellar
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| I turned all my bitches to Bella
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| I hide my money with the shovel
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| I shoot underground at the devil
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| Brrah, Cuban links on me like Shocker, ooh
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| Want medical pills, I’m the doctor, huh
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| I’m Hennessy man with the vodka, Longway, bitch
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| Wake up and bake it
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| Draco go baka
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| Narcotics, I got it
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| Got bodies like Gotti
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| Fly private, I’m pilot
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| My bitch bougie, I’m vibin'
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| Purple Backwood, biscotti
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| Roll the flash and paparazzi
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| Hit it, this my other shit
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| Drop the top when I pull up with my gutter bitch
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| When I wake up, doin' sit-ups, she be suckin' dick
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| I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch
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| This that other shit, this that other shit
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| When I pull up, drop the top, I’m with my gutter bitch
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| This that other shit, this that other shit
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| I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch
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| I don’t trust hoes like I don’t trust jewelers
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| Brrt in your medulla
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| I’m a big dawg, your man a poodle
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| Keep me a pole, I don’t need no shooter
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| Pussy ain’t fire, then bitch I lose you
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| You ain’t my lady, then bitch I use you
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| Had me another good bag day
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| You don’t want me to fuck, don’t at me
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| I been runnin' up racks this year
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| Y’all lil' niggas been cap this year
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| Everywhere you look in my house is marble
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| Everything you see on my neck is water
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| I ain’t too rich to tote choppers still
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| Streets, they’ll tell you ain’t robbin' him
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| Pussy, don’t come with the head
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| Then tell your best friend, «Sis, don’t bother him»
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| Wake up and bake it
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| Draco go baka
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| Narcotics, I got it
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| Got bodies like Gotti
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| Fly private, I’m pilot
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| My bitch bougie, I’m vibin'
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| Purple Backwood, biscotti
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| Roll the flash and paparazzi
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| Hit it, this my other shit
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| Drop the top when I pull up with my gutter bitch
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| When I wake up, doin' sit-ups, she be suckin' dick
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| I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch
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| This that other shit, this that other shit
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| When I pull up, drop the top, I’m with my gutter bitch
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| This that other shit, this that other shit
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| I do drop-offs in my pickup with my gutter bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutta Bih, artist - Pee Wee Longway. Album song State of the Art, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп