| I’m off in jell like a trap
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| I want it all like now
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| These niggas hush and gabble
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| I got no pussy left
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| Think that lil bitch is a devil
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| I’m in a claw with a hound
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| That fellow felt like a pound
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| Life is a mother fucking gamble
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| Pull in the right invert
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| He might be right off for work
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| I want former former
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| I got the lil pussy first
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| You shamed you ain’t going to church
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| Playing with me get you hurt
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| I’m still in real loves no shirt
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| I get on that drink and I lurk
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| I’m fucking a model tonight
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| He may never shot me with no eye
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| If I cannot roll then I die
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| 45 when he showed the price
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| I stay up the head of the rye
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| Ain’t talk at the bread and rye
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| And yo bitch ain’t ever do it again
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| Get ran over on a blood bye
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| Your money your money your money
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| Who the fuck you think I am a dummy
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| And any nigga who got a problem with me
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| Tell them nigga I said rotty
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| I got depressed on the scale
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| I love when pussy don’t smell
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| I do not shoot in the house
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| I wanna trap with ya
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| I want a Ford in the hood
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| I had to drop out with you
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| Three for the tenners and you
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| Look nigga don’t make me do it
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| In the games and let 'em do
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| All the dog you sell them to
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| It is embarrassed that you ever more
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| Got a dime and dazzle and jewel
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| Got a rap order me now
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| Got a quarter million right now
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| I’m going up bitch I live in the sky
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| All the things nigga gotta die
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| Not all my niggas can rap
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| But all my niggas can try
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| I put my stone above
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| All want the pussy above
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| I’m 'bout to vision the words
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| This city where I got a bag
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| I like to ball in cash
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| They asked what did it to me
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| I don’t like to argue with nigga
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| I’m late like I’m on a digger
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| You ain’t a white man you ain’t no hero
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| It’s minder when I’m in the building
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| Had a bigger verse than bitch I be own
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| If you don’t believe it then put on the song
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| You really fuck me the homie girl is home
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| I don’t give a fuck if I’m already on
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| What is my limit I don’t fucking know
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| My brains short for my money is long
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| I’m the reason you was a clone
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| You know gangsters ain’t loyal
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| Tone what the fuck is you saying you know I know
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| You fuck with the center you know I’m the fault
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| Laugh at my niggas when I’m on my own
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| My band they gon give me and overreport
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| I’m on the bitches when I hear the door
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| I threw this money you sit on the floor
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| You fuck her for money then you is a hoe
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| If I speak with you niggas don’t fuck what you know
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| I’m laughing at everyone counting me out
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| I don’t really know nigga come out the south
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| I want these niggas they playing the trout
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| How would you know what I’m talking about
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| When I’m really bored I’m popping the clutch
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| When I’m the club they drive me to cuss
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| When a miller went dead be lucky another
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| If you aren’t my niggas then you owe me nothing
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| I had a million dollars one million followers
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| I had a million dollars one million followers
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| I swear to god what I talk about
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| Fuck nigga I can force a problem
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| I had a million dollars one million followers
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| I had a million dollars one million followers
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| I swear to god what I talk about
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| Fuck nigga I can force a problem
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| To whom it may concern |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song To Whom It May Concern , by - Plies. Song from the album Ain't No Mixtape Bih 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп