| You see where we’re going?
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| You take the 65 or you take the 10
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| You take the charter or you take the G5
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| You can take your Chevy
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| And you can take the truck
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| Class is in sessions suckas
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| Hey Rich Boy, I think it’s time
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| It’s time!
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Purple juice, sip it slow
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| Pour a fo, it’s time to blow
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| Fuck up on a moment bruh
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| Feds come searching for the gun
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| Make them racks out of corn
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| Bounce that pussy in the zone
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| Stack, you go spend it then
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| Never seen no hater win
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| Hotel bedroom full of wind and then they want my cool again
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| I’m a polo, fuck the world, fuck the laws
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| Them stacks ho, filthy rich bitch time to ball
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| Count that cheese, I’m major league
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| You fake to me, too make believe
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| Use yo head and bend yo knees
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| She come to please and then she leave
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| Flip that quick and hit that lick
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| Pop that bottle, pour that shit
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| With that ass she do magic
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| And she love to trick or treat
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| Dollar bills — that’s what I’m bout
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| My nigga Cee Lo cashing out
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| Bitch we talking large amounts
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| How much money you tryna count?
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| Count that pass, that blunt and rhyme
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| Smoke that purp and burn it down
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| Salute to my nigga Bun, it’s time for me to loud shit now
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| You know just how a nigga livin
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| I be grinding for a living
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| Tryna stack it to the ceiling
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| Why you niggas was flat style
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| Dreaming on yo mama couch
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| I was breaking down peas
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| Try not to stink up my mama house
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| Uh, real shit you better ask about me
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| Fuck friends, I only feel right when them racks surround me
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| Ale servin, middle of the mall, poop side shit
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| Oh lady man, house flooded with Jordan shoe boxes
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| She just wanna count cause she love this shit
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| If I ever disappear she’ll be swine flu infected sick
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| Grind hard, I’ll never quit this shit
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| Wanna give my daughter the world so I need the biggest lick in here
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| Fuck skirt, chasing bars
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| Some can live a boss life
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| Then these hoes by the dozen
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| Every ho gon be the boss wife
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| If you don’t respect that my nigga kill yo self
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| It’s king’s tomb, I make kings moves better wealth
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo
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| Get dat doe, fuck that hoe
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| Spin that shit, make some mo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Dat Doe , by - Rich Boy. Song from the album Chevy Muzik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп