| I done came up, this shit was a process
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| Every year, had to make me some progress
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| Had to grow and the money the object
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| I just hit her, now she done got obsessed
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| Every time I come over, she undress
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| She lookin' good in that sundress
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| 50K finesse at SunTrust
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| Need a bad chick satisfy my needs
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| I done been broke, had to hit up my knees
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| Cheap gas plug and the nigga Chinese
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| West Coast bitch with me don’t eat meat
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| But you know she finna go down on me
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| Plug took the ticket down just for me
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| Nigga, I don’t sell these bags for free
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| Nigga, I don’t make these songs for free
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| Niggas out here wanna kill me, I don’t even know why
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| Bought cheap gas, had to let the shit dry
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| I ain’t greedy, dawg, I’ma let the shit fly
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| Shawty so wet, I’ma need me a float
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| I’ma sell these bags, then I’ma get ghost
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas, these niggas do the most
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| Got two incomes, got music and dope
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| I forgot about plastic, I got one more
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| My girl asked, «Why your heart so cold?»
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| Truck just came, so I’m finna unload
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| I’ma still be rich if I never go gold
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| Yeah, it’s cold, so these Gucci boots cover my toes
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| 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs
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| I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
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| I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs
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| And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
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| And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds
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| And what the hell y’all smokin' on? |
| Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds
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| And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
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| Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed
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| Got a Gucci silk scarf that cover my throat
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| Spent thirty-five hundred, that was on my coat
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| Like YoungBoy, bitch, I’ma never go broke
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| If a nigga diss me, I’ma never go no
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| Nigga, I was down, but they let me up
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| Ain’t nothin', them niggas never helped me up
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| I don’t trust no bitch, tryna set me up
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| I remember that day they wet me up
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| Every bitch I had had left my side
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| Got three bulletholes on my left side
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| I told my niggas can’t let that slide
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| Go set them niggas' whole hood on fire
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| Finna cop that new Aston truck
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| Them niggas was first, but I passed them up
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| Bad bitch gon' give up that ass or what?
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| I catch my nut, then pass the slut
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| I spent forty thou', these VVS
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| My bitch at home, she see me less
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| I know my BM wanna see me stressed
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| Go child support and CPS
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| Bitch, I spent four hundred thou' in one day
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| On everything I love, put that on Dre
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| I lost my heart back in '08
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| I caught that body and sold that K
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| 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs
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| I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
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| I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs
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| And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
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| And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds
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| And what the hell y’all smokin' on? |
| Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds
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| And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
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| Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed
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| Sippin' on syrup, now poppin' these Percs, I hit that dope, I’m growin' wings
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| Damn near spent a million dollars sippin' syrup and takin' beans
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| I’m breakin' bread with all my mans, I don’t do nothin' without the team
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| If you turn nothin' into somethin', you a motherfuckin' king
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| I introduced her to this money, show her shit that she ain’t seen
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| Protect the squad at all costs, go get them sticks, come clear the scene
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| Bet they ain’t know way back in the day that shit’d be this way
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| I get that money, baby, that’s just in my DNA
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| Got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30K
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| I’m ridin' with a dirty K, I’m tryna dodge a murder case
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| I’ma take a nigga’s main bitch, might go around the way
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| I’m trappin', yeah, I keep them thangs in, bitch, you can come today
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| 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P’s, no QPs
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| I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze
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| I’m havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I’m loaded with OGs
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| And you can buy a verse, you want, just make sure that you got your cheese
|
| And I ain’t buyin' no drip no more, I’m spendin' my money on titles and deeds
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| And what the hell y’all smokin' on? |
| Boy, that ain’t strong, I’m smelling seeds
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| And I’m the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me
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| Gas God, got what you need, I’m the lord of the weed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exotic Weed, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Real Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп