| Ay Jay Fizzle, what’s up Jay
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| In paper route Famgoon business, listen
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| I pull up on yo block get some shit cost a million dollars
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| Got a million partners that’s about a million choppas
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| We don’t give a fuck who you is,
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| They keep on telling me chill, I don’t know what that is
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| I might just turn up fonem, this club get shot up fonem
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| Don’t you fuck with Jay Fizzle, that little nigga my man
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| Did that paper route business, anybody can get it
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| A bitch can’t come in my spot, unless she gon' let me hit it
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| Hold up wait let me in it, I didn’t tell you I’m finished
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| I thought that I was in the gray the way these bitches been beggin'
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| I get more mouth than a dentist, move more weight than a gymnast
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| Move more trees than some timberlands, I got more Homer than Simpson
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas
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| I don’t play with no guns, I might shoot me a nigga
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| Pop the roof off a nigga, pop the tooth out a nigga
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| I just bought a brand new choppa plus my coupe got no ceiling
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| My old lady seen my car and said my roof the one missing
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| Ay, pull up in a million dollar coupe I got my shirt off
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| Million dollar nigga bitches quick to take they skirt off
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| Ralo and Jay Fizzle tossin' bitches at the
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| Ballin' with a stick, like a nigga playing baseball
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| Car like transformers, they be transforming
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| This a new phone, my bitch too foreign
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| Your bitch too boring, your bitch too boring
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| A hundred thousand out the trap and
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas
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| You ain’t talking 'bout money, you ain’t talking 'bout nothing
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| Nigga with a attitude, I feel like I’m from Compton
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| Double G’s on my buckle, VVS on my knuckles
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| Post so hard till the sun up, on the block like Mutombo
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| Steady stacking these commas, hundred racks
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| Nigga get shot if you mumble, and I put that on my momma
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| I got sauce lasagna, Gucci shirt and a conga
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| Choppa kick like a punter, I do this shit like
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| Ralo Famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like Russell
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| Choppa sing no cuffing
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| Ralo Famgoon my brother, stacking these chips like Russell
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| Choppa sing no cuffing
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas
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| I do not pick up my phone, unless they talking 'bout money
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| And if they talking 'bout money, you can tell 'em I’m coming
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| We do not pick up no pistols unless we shooting at some niggas
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| Don’t confuse us with niggas, we ain’t no usual niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unusual Niggas , by - Ralo. Song from the album Diary of the Streets 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп