| Respect a man who can turn his own keep
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| Twenty women in the crib, I’m talking hide and seek
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| The lifestyle that I live, niggas deserve to see
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| So I let you in my crib just as a courtesy
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| Then put you niggas all
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| That’s what I bought the Raytheon and two ghosts for
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| Making music but the snitches say we dope boy
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| Welcome to US Marshals kicking the dope, boy
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| Black Dali in my all black Impala
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| Or red Caprice where I’m known in these streets
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| Come to your city nigga and I’m never checking in
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| Cause my hitters who hit it never respected him
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| We put your home address nigga off of LinkedIn in
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| Man, who hotter than all y’all, my nigga Meek and them
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| Fifty financial woes, I never speak of them
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| Years ago Pimpin' Curly we know we ethered him
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| At the Mayweather fight, I got my gun tuck
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| Boss, second row and I’m smiling just like I’m Young Buck
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| Young king, drug ring, Bun B, Pimp C
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| Rep mine as I ride on my enemies
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| I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
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| Don’t hit my phone unless it’s in a battle
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| I told a bitch, let her hold the wrench
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| All these hundreds busting up my bench
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| You want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| A four winged baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| Look, niggas talk but they don’t live it right
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| Yeah, I’m talking what I’m living, right
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| I’m getting chubby so I’m living right
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| Play Shakur, give it to you tonight
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| A couple dollars for the drop off
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| Come up short’ll get you knocked off
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| These niggas 'round here wearing knock offs
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| I told a nigga he better knock it off
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| A ten piece of the lemon pepper
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| That’s a code, he want ten of 'em better
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| Shit, I can get you ten whatever
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| Matter of fact, I can get you ten forever
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| Look, I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
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| Don’t hit my phone unless it’s in a battle
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| I told a bitch, let her hold the wrench
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| All these hundreds busting up my bench
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| You want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| A four winged baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| Let’s trap at Wing Stop, I’m in the kitchen with the chicken
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| Guaranteed to numb his face if he finger lick it
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| I had to raise the price, cause it was slim pickings
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| Copped a foreign now it’s time to do some rim picking
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| Pulled a Miami out, we use Louisiana here
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| Go over the work, Louisiana run
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| Caught a million dollars, you can get a ten piece
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| Your bitch treat my dick like a ten speed
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| I bring in so much snow it’s like a land slide
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| City to city, boy, I’m tryna franchise
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| Twenty-one minutes, I can get your chicken right
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| He out of state, ordered yesterday
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| He’ll get his shit tonight
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| Look, I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
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| Don’t hit my phone unless it’s in a battle
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| I told a bitch, let her hold the wrench
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| All these hundreds busting up my bench
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| You want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| You need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
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| A four winged baby, meet me at the Wing Stop |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wing Stop, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song SemCity MoneyMan 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп