| Pray my don’t get that call 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss
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| And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick
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| I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
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| Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
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| Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
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| If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
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| I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
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| Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
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| I’ve been counting up for so long my finger get cramps
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| I got that water tucked under my shirt my shit getting dim
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| And I know my bitch ain’t pregnant she was having cramps
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| I don’t know none of these niggas over here but I’m gonna adapt
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| trap to a cash room, setting up shop in a bathroom
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| Just like a you bad news, everything around me cash rules
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| Talk to broke nigga I can pop it I just made a deposit I was with my dead dude
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| Don’t give me no respond if I ain’t ask you, naw little nigga I got her back too
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| A rich nigga still eating fast food, dish with a little can food
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| Too rich to vacay to Cancun, I would’ve wifed her but she ran through
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| Shooters on go when the van moves, I’m a stand up guy need a standing ovation
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| I smoke too much I don’t know why I took a pee for probation
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| Pray my P.O. |
| don’t get that call 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss
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| And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick
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| I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
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| Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
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| Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
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| If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
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| I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
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| Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
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| on my look at all this Louie we just bought
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| Lawyer on retainer hope my shooter don’t get trialed
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| Heard that dope just locked up watch me loose it with this fork
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| Need me to pull some strings I get acoustic with that guitar
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| Run it up, run it up, run it up
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| Then run in that thot bih raw
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| Count it up, count it up, count it up
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| Boy I done fucked around and lost my count
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| Forensic can’t get no DNA but they outlined him in chalk
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| Keep ya mouth closed
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| That’s the G code, take a nigga hoe, yeah repo
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| The GPS lost with a, can’t tell a op week long
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| A nigga get popped home, cut the light out we gon' creep slow
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| And I pray my probation officer don’t hear this song
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| Pray my P.O. |
| don’t get that cup 'cause she gon' smell it on my piss
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| And my bitch know I’ve been fucking she can smell it on my dick
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| I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
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| Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
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| Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
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| If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
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| I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
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| Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Probation , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Coma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп