| They got guns but they can’t aim
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| Cops snatch me, I don’t chant names
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| Just pop bills like it’s champagne
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| And drop tops like it can’t rain
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| Just know it’s money if that phone rang
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| You new niggas got no aura
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| Straight food, I should cold dog ya
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| Murders pop and took the coat off ya
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| And catch me headed to the coast warmer
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| Drug dealer turned boat boarder
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| Might do the loafers with no socks, nigga
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| Shit, who I am kidding, bitch I’m from the block, nigga
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| And I’m nothing like these niggas and these weird fashions
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| No old heads to guide 'em, niggas straight faggots
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| Little pants with the funny shoes
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| And y’alls is tryna be tough, y’all some funny dudes
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| Half you niggas trash and half you niggas clowns
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| Let’s take it back to snatching walks and duffing niggas out
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| Loose laces in my air forces
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| Waves is spinning all stupid, could make a bear nauseous
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| And jack women off the hook cause they see me with Soul
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| They wanna know if I’m TDE, the Mob, or I’m both
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| Ha, I tell these niggas that it’s Fast Money
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| Finesse the World 'til the day that the feds plug me
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| Throwing big H’z, niggas think I’m brim
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| And I’m riding to the death, niggas sink or swim
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| And all I wanna do is get the neck from RiRi
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| Making plays on the phone while I’m watching TV
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| Fix a bowl of Cap’n Crunch and vac seal the diddy
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| I used to bag the soft and burn one with my nigga Drizzy
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| Sell it out the 'brid with the no lights
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| Winter time, no heat, but it was alright
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| Cause everybody had they bands up
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| From X, weed, to .2s of the tan stuff
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| Niggas even had ya mother smoking
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| Nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Affiliation , by - Retch. Song from the album Finesse The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп