| EarDrummers
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| Mike WiLL Made-It
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| Woo
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| Used to have to eat cold meals (yeah)
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| Now a nigga offin' gold seals (hey)
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| Countin' up money, gettin' chills (yeah)
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| We some young niggas on for real
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (skrr)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels (rr)
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| Now I’m buyin' whips for the crib (yo)
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| Young niggas on for real
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (yeah)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels
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| Cameras outside my crib (yeah)
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| Young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| I showed them bitches
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| Better than I ever could’ve told them bitches
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| Corduroys and Cartiers
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| Back then, motherfuckers never shared my vision
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| But what you riding in, a space ship?
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| And where your diamonds from, Saudi Arabia?
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| Oh, you done came up and put your niggas on?
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| Now you got a crown and a chinchilla on
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| A1 since day one
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| We stayed down so we came up
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| Some of them niggas won’t make it with you
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| They’ll lose hope and they’ll change up
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| I can see these niggas hating
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| But as you can see, the bad bitches love it
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| They ain’t let us in the VIP back then
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| Now our names on the flyer if we coming
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| I tried to tell them I was gonna be something
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| They used to look at me and laugh
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| All them hoes in the city don’t really love you unless you got some cash
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| That’s brand new paint, nigga, don’t smudge it
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| Mu’fuckin pants cost eight somethin'
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| That’s my money so they can’t say nothin'
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| That’s my money so they won’t say nothin'
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| Used to have to eat cold meals (yeah)
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| Now a nigga offin' gold seals (hey)
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| Countin' up money, gettin' chills (yeah)
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| We some young niggas on for real
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (skrr)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels (rr)
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| Now I’m buyin' whips for the crib (yo)
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| Young niggas on for real
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (yeah)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels
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| Cameras outside my crib (yeah)
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| Young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Young niggas on
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| Pull up on your ass unannounced in a foreign, I don’t know where I’m going
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| Hit the gas, can I hear the engine running (nope)
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| Living fast, I ain’t thinking about tomorrow (nope)
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| Used to be a nigga want 20-inch rims
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| Now we got accountants out here for Rae Sremm
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| All in the mall, Neiman Marcus shopping
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| Came a long way from them Ida Street apartments
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| Everybody got a dream that they chasin'
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| And everybody got a motherfucking hater
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| They wanna see your dreams burn to ashes
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| I can’t wait to see their faces when I pass them (skrrr)
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| Boy, you should taken a young nigga serious
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| Now a young nigga’s on for real
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| They wasn’t fucking with a young nigga then
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| They can’t fuck with a young nigga still
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| I used to tell them I was gonna be something
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| They used to look at me and laugh
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| All them hoes in the city don’t really love you until you countin' cash
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| That’s brand new paint, nigga no smudges
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| My mu’fuckin pants cost eight hunnid
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| That’s my money, bitch, you can’t say nothin'
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| That’s my money, bitch, you can’t have nothin'
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| Used to have to eat cold meals (yeah)
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| Now a nigga offin' gold seals (hey)
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| Countin' up money, gettin' chills (yeah)
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| We some young niggas on for real
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (skrr)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels (rr)
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| Now I’m buyin' whips for the crib (yo)
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| Young niggas on for real
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (yeah)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels
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| Cameras outside my crib (yeah)
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| Young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Look, moving in slow-mo
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| But I still get it way faster than you so you never would know though
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| She slowing it down just to ask for a photo
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| Just know that I’m fuckin', not maybe, for sure though
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| Soldiers on me like I’m fresh out the dojo
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| She think I’m beautiful, chocolate skin, cocoa
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| Don’t get it fucked up, put your ass in a chokehold
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| Players only live once so I wear Polo
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| Polo, Polo, Polo, Polo
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| My girl is from SoCal, my outfit from SoHo
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| And I got dough, that shit is stashed in the crib
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| And it won’t leave the house like it’s fucking DiGiorno
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| Hell yeah, nigga, that’s all me
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| I’m from where big problems get handled with a small fee
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| Started with the squad, now I got the whole team tight
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| Stuck to the plot, stuck to the script, and I don’t even screenwrite
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| Used to have to eat cold meals (yeah)
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| Now a nigga offin' gold seals (hey)
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| Countin' up money, gettin' chills (yeah)
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| We some young niggas on for real
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (skrr)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels (rr)
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| Now I’m buyin' whips for the crib (yo)
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| Young niggas on for real
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Hunnid dollar bills
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| Young, young, young niggas on for real (ayy)
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| Tokyo drift through the hills (yeah)
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| Used to have to walk, no wheels
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| Cameras outside my crib (yeah)
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| Young niggas on for real (ayy) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song YNO , by - Rae Sremmurd. Song from the album SremmLife, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп