| You know what I mean? |
| Migo Gang shit
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| Flippa
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| Slaughter Gang, 21 shit
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| You know what I mean?
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| Hit a nigga in the head (Hit him)
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| We ain’t shooting at the legs (Naw)
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| Back in the day had a trick bike, had a bad bitch on the pegs (Bitch!)
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| Some of my niggas bang blue (Crip)
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| Some of my niggas bang red (Blood)
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| Some of my niggas bang black (GD)
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| All of my niggas keep straps (Grrah)
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| Spend three hundred on a napp (Ayy!)
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| They sucking, fuck the whole trap
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| Bitch, you know my pockets fat (Sloppy)
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| Quavo walking Warren Sapp (Sacks)
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| Takeoff buying only Act (Lean!)
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| You niggas sipping just to act (Actors!)
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| Bought a Bimmer, wrapped it matte (Skrrt)
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| Got a shooter, peep hole out the back (Grraw!)
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| Never been a minority (Naww)
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| Take the pot and Chuck Norris it (Oh!)
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| You niggas looking unfortunate (Woo)
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| Different types of babies like a orphanage (Babies!)
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| I hit my money in the storage
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| I hate when I had to go to court and shit (Hate it!)
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| You thinking that I’m cooking up porridge (Cooking!)
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| The way I’m whipping up my wrist and shit (Whip it!)
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| Damn, this hoe she annoying
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| After I fuck her, I’m finna get rid of the bitch (Gone!)
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| What type of shit that he on
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| Go get the 30 young nigga, go empty the clip (Grraw!)
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| Slaughter Gang, I’m the king bitch
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| Mac 90 with the beam, bitch
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| Hi-Tech, you sipping green bitch
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| 21, hold the pot with my left arm
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| Catching plays like Brett Favre
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| You a gold fish and I’m a fucking shark
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| Whip the pot nigga, whip it hard
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| AK make a nigga Hit The Quan
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| Gas bag like I own the farm
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| She blowing on it like she on a horn
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| 100 round drum and that stick
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| Pull up, roll the windows down and I hit
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| You cuffing that bitch and she loyal to dick
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| Chasing money, I can’t lay with no bitch
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| Murda Gang, we don’t play with the beef
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| Put 'em on a plate and we gonna eat
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| Niggas snitching, I put 10 on the G’s
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| Margielas, I put rent on my feet
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| Niggas pussy, I see through 'em they weak
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| Fuck 12, we keep shit in the streets
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| I brought her to the spot that bitch was a freak
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| Fucked her on the floor, can’t fuck up my sheets
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| Offset!
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| We really invented you niggas
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| The judge tried to sentence a nigga
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| Fuck a partner, my .44 my nigga
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| Stuck in the pickle, grinding from a nickel
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| Trapping in trenches, two bricks in the rental
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| I’m crazy I’m psycho, it’s 'bout to get physical
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| Run a circle 'round the plug, that’s a pick and roll
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| Feds watching so I walk on my tippy toes
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| I’m rich as bitch, I want in on that lick
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| I’m not romantic, my bullet gon' kiss
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| Get in that pot, get the work in your wrist
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| I was born with the gift, got the fame and the grip
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| Hop in the jet and I take me a trip
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| Geeked out on codeine, I sip and I sip
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| Jump off the stage, I might jump out the VIP
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| I’m covered in money, covered like a quimp
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| I’m smoking on cookie, not smoking on piff
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| Don’t talk to the police, not giving out tips
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| That ain’t that boot, that molly look too clear
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| I don’t care what you heard, I jump straight in my Lier
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| Standing in the kitchen, cooking fish fillet
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| Run up my money, I stash me a Wraith
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| Don’t run up on me nigga, pump your brakes
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| I feed you the .223, dinner plate!
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| Run up on me nigga, catch a slug
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| 50 and the 40, I don’t use a glove
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| You know we got the straps up in the club
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| I don’t fuck with you, you a dub
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| 21 Gang, we got weight
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| All of my nigga, we straight
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| Pull up on a nigga, we’ll take
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| Headshot a nigga, leave him in a lake
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| Round table with the Migo Gang and the Slaughter Gang, we on break
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| Bitch too skinny I don’t want her, fuck the bitch, the bitch might break
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| I got a hundred round drum on that K
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| I keep that bitch with me, you know that bae
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| Never let a nigga know where I stay
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| Have a nigga staking out where you stay
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| I get that cash, I ain’t got time to play
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| Hold up that choppa, this mask on my face
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| Shoot out the doulie then pull off in the Wraith
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| Curious George, got bananas in K’s
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| Pussy niggas turn to preachers like Ma$e
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| Finna slide to where I keep me a K
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| Juvenile hit a nigga with tre
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| On Tenwood, post with that K
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| WOO!
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| Whipping a brick with a frying pan
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| Made a 100k with a broke hand
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| Trapping down with the desert eagle
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| Actavis all in my 2 liter
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| Finessing the plug for a whole thang
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| Rollie all white like the cocaine
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| I got a freak with a nose ring
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| Cut that bitch down like I’m 2 Chainz
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| Walking around with a 100 thou'
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| I’m actually rich, you just talk about it
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| Pull up with choppers and air it out
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| I empty the clip in your mama house
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| Hit a jug for the work, still serving
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| Get rich or die trying like Curtis
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| I roll with a brick and she nervous
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| Pull out the Wraith when I’m flexing on purpose
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| I started trapping in first grade
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| I put the lean in a lemonade
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| I pour a four, got a fever
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| Dab school, I’m the teacher
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| Riding scrap with the nina
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| Big balling, no bleachers
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| 100k for one feature
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| Bad bitch, she no keeper |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Horn , by - Rich The Kid. Song from the album Rich The Shit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп