| Winter’s over, let the sun in
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| Wife-beater on me, let’s pour the rum
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| Wife-beater on me, I’ll take you on
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| I’m the closest and you’re shinin' like a summer solstice
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| Everyone’s tryna figure you out
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| On the patio and we’re just strung out
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| And I know what you’re into
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| Fortune tellers couldn’t tell you what to do
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| If I seem like I’m bad news
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| Then hide from me, girl
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| I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
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| I’m fuckin' takin' you serious
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| Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
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| In love, no typical love
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| I’m a smokin' gun and I’m still on the run
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| Tan Jeep out front with the Rollie on
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| Nine deep and we’ve been away from home too long
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| I’ma make your bitch choose
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| Five liters in the cooler
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| Five liters in the cooler
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| You can pose with your poodle
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| Drive fast in your new car
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| Drive fast in your new car
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| I’ma give you that bling
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| Kiss the big face that I love dearly
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| That nigga ain’t near as cool as me
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| Hate with all your might, I’m coolin', b
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| And I’m sure you’ve never had this experience before
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| Helicopter on the roof, let’s soar
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| And I’m out on the west like Schwartz
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| Niggas fuckin' up the golf course
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| So that’s what rich niggas are doin' these days
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| Yeah we get money like 10, 12 ways
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| And on a restless night
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| She gon' take me where I need to go
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| In the backseat of the Maybach, where we used to get on
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| And you want real love
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| One that’ll make you feel like you just woke up
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| I think you better hide from me, girl
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| I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
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| I’m fuckin' takin' you serious
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| Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
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| In love, no typical love
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| I’m a smokin' gun and I’m still on the run |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Angels , by - Rae Sremmurd. Song from the album SR3MM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп