| That’s a groupie, bye bitch
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| Copped the coupe, that’s my bitch
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| We got sticks, we pop shit
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| Look at these diamonds biting
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| Freakazoid chain on lightning
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| Wedding band rings ain’t wife shit, uh
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| Nigga we’ll bomb shit, ISIS
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| 47 at the end where the knife is
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| Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
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| Jetway, runway with the big face
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| SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
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| Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way (Offset)
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| I gotta tell the truth
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| I was expected to lose
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| I had to pay my dues, yeah
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| All of these chains on me
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| I brought the gang with me
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| Put on the plain Phillipe, yeah
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| Pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
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| How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
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| Watch your daughter before she disappear
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| 'Cause I’m her father, I take care all my kids
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| Splurge on 'em, look at them curbs on 'em
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| Swerve the corners, she callin' it spur of the moment
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| Packin' the shit, packin' the, packin' the dick in the bitch
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| Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
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| You niggas be talkin' like bitches, it’s pitiful, pitiful, makin' me sick
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| We pull out these choppers, start poppin', need critical, critter not makin'
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| it’s trip
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| I, wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
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| Oh you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
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| No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
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| Rode around the Nawfside givin' out hundreds of bills
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| Some of my soldiers ain’t survive, I never thought niggas be killed
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| Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin' me chills
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| That’s a groupie, bye bitch
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| Copped the coupe, that’s my bitch
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| We got sticks, we pop shit
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| Look at these diamonds biting
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| Freakazoid chain on lightning
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| Wedding band rings ain’t wife shit, uh
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| Nigga we’ll bomb shit, ISIS
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| 47 at the end where the knife is
|
| Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
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| Jetway, runway with the big face
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| SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
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| Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way
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| (Yeah)
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| On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble
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| Turned her out to a runner, yeah (alright)
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| Jumpin' out of the jungle, bring 'em in by the bundles
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| Goin' in for the summer, hey
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| Wallet change like the cash
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| Forty clip make you do the forty yard dash (pew-pew)
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| Don’t you hold nothing back (alright)
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| Rubberband pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
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| Make me relocate (straight up)
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| Told me do not play, I do
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| Sonic wildin' (yeah), time to dive in (yeah)
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| Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
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| Butterfly the doors and you dive in
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| That’s a groupie, bye bitch
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| Copped the coupe, that’s my bitch
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| We got sticks, we pop shit
|
| Look at these diamonds biting
|
| Freakazoid chain on lightning
|
| Wedding band rings ain’t wife shit, uh
|
| Nigga we’ll bomb shit, ISIS
|
| 47 at the end where the knife is
|
| Brick and a half where the pipe is, uh
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| Jetway, runway with the big face
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| SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
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| Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gang way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mediterranean , by - Quality Control. Song from the album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп