| Ayy, yeah
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| If you wanna bounce that shit, bounce that shit
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| Ayy, Mack, man, smack that
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| Throw that shit back like… shit, backin' all on that fat shit, you heard?
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| Uh, huh
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Make that booty jump just like a private dancer (Ayy)
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| She gon' let me hit it just because my bands up (Ayy)
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| Jumpin' out of 'Raris and we’re pullin' Lambs up (Ayy)
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| Got some pretty model bitches snortin' grams up (Ayy)
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| Be cautious who you fuck with, nigga, you’ll get jammed up (Ayy)
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| My jeans from AMIRI, yeah, they be a band up (Ayy)
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| Why you actin' scary? |
| Pussy nigga, man up (Ayy)
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| Nigga pull up shootin' at you, what you gon' do? |
| (Ayy)
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| Chopper turn a silly nigga straight to fondue (Ayy)
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| Everything designer, hoppin' out of fly coupes (Ayy)
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| I wake every day and thank the Lord I’m not you
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bag up
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| Ayy, lil' mama bend it over, flip it, throw her ass up (Ayy)
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| Let her whip the foreign, now I got it gassed up (Ayy)
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| She gon' throw it back and I’ma count this cash up (Ayy)
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| I’m in Neimans faded, I be spendin' mad bucks (Ayy)
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| Thumbin' through a check, I had to add the math up (Ayy)
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| Forties, that get tricky, had to use a Magnum (Ayy)
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| Have your bitch, if it’s hot out, had to pull a cab up (Ayy)
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| I be with my Billy niggas throwin' rags up (Ayy)
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| FastMoney gang 'cause bitch, we run the racks up (Ayy)
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| Pussy niggas coppin' pleas and throwin' flags up (Ayy)
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| Treat him like a beat and get a nigga tagged up
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us
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| Ayy, lil' mama dippin' low, she make it twerk to stand out (Ayy)
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| Hopped up off the porch, I had to run my bands up (Ayy)
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| Talkin' like you tough, then we pull the vans up (Ayy)
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| Why you lookin' mad? |
| I know they can’t stand us (Ayy) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off The Porch, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп