| Hey
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| Lately I been on my fuckin' shit
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| It’s no competition who fuckin' with me
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| This rap shit, I run it, I’m blowin' this money
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| These fifties and hunnids ain’t nothin' to me
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| I want the royalty, I want the loyalty
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| Puttin' up money for lawyer fees
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| 'Cause I know me, man, I got a bad temper
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| Put one these rap niggas right in a blender
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| PnB: I’m who they’ll always remember
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| 'Cause I be killin' shit, I spit that realest shit
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| 'Cause I done did this shit, I’m on that different shit
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| Copyright all my shit, these niggas stealing shit
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| I been feelin' like 2Pac and shit
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| All eyes on me, yeah they watchin' shit
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| Study my moves, tryna see what I know
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| Like, «How the fuck he get so poppin' quick?»
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| Got a lot of shit that’s on my mind
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| Got a lot of shit that’s on my plate
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| Gotta feed the fam, gotta feed the hood
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| So I’m up and down that interstate
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| Doing shows, havin' different meetings
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| In the studio, I been barely sleepin'
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| Smokin' all this dope, I been barely eatin'
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| In a different city every fuckin' weekend
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| Hey
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| I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
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| I go in the booth and make it happen
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| It’s amazing how this shit just happens
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| Finesse the track without no fuckin' practice
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| Lately I get in the booth and I cook up a hit
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| I’m rollin', I really can’t miss
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| These bitches, they all on my dick 'cause they know that I’m 'bout to be rich
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| I’m 'bout to be rich ('bout to be rich, hey)
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| Blowin' money on stupid shit
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| Me and my niggas strapped up in the rag top
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| But we all on that ruthless shit
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| Bitches, I’m pickin' and choosin' shit
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| I’m hittin' bitches in twos and shit
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| I swear my life on some movie shit
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| 'Bout to call Chop up to shoot this shit, damn
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| Hey Chop, get the mo’fuckin' camera ready, nigga. |
| Let’s make a mo’fuckin' movie,
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| nigga. |
| Movie time. |
| Where my dope at nigga? |
| I might get high, let’s do this
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| shit
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| Hey
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| Cash rules everything around me
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| So you know I keep that thing around me
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| Real niggas, yeah, they stay around me
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| Fuck niggas, stay the fuck from 'round me
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| Hey, I’m 'bout to go to Miami
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| Hey, cop a new lay for the Grammys
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| Hey, I’m cashin' out with my family
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| Hey, fuck you, you ain’t with the family
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| When I come through, better cuff your bitch
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| 'Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll fuck your bitch
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| Sing to the pussy, do my thing to the pussy
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| And we can get into some other shit
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| Got guns, got clips, you ain’t duckin' shit
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| This for all the pussy niggas on that selfish shit
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| Goddamn lil' homie, why you love the bitch?
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| You gon' die for the pussy? |
| Well, fuck it then
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| Shot got the MAC with the rubber grip
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| That mean it ain’t no more rumblin'
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| He gon' come through and start cuttin' shit
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| Plus we got Kev in the cut and shit
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| Damn! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aftermath , by - PnB Rock. Song from the album RNB3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп