| Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
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| Boobie gave me game
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| We used to sell dope and rob
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| I left a stain off in Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Used to sell dope just to feed the fame
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| Max box jumping with the kilograms
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| I feel your pain if you from Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block
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| Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch
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| Captain Crabs aka shells, living your aftermath
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| Ain’t no love, get your money or get a body bag
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| Hammers and vogues, there’s lord
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| River City let the son ride clean for the deadliest hoes
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| Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the minute
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| And if you living how I’m living, stay behind the tenant
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| Marble floors meet rugs and got the gold faucets
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| Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
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| U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
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| Know we going to trial by the look on my face
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| Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
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| Boobie gave me game
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| We used to sell dope and rob
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| I left a stain off in Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Used to sell dope just to feed the fame
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| Max box jumping with the kilograms
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| I feel your pain if you from Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Fake niggas found face down in abandoned buildings
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| Picture pennies, fair cases get you
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| A lengthy sentence
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| Niggas snitching, bitches switching is what I seen the most
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| Three 0−5, but Carol City got the cleanest coke
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| Match box, projects, I gave my point of view
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| Bomb man, two lieutenant I was appointed to
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| 60 thousand and nickle rocks outside the silver fox
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| Duval County to Virginia, my pockets 'bout to pop
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| Move 'em hoe, mind your business, therefore nobody told
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| And when they did they come and get you, seen you up the road
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| We met his kids fishing on the bridge
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| Ten years later, bumped into him, he threw me a brick
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| Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
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| Boobie gave me game
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| We used to sell dope and rob
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| I left a stain off in Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
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| Max box jumping with the kilograms
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| I feel your pain if you from Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Walking home from school, always was quick to jump a nigga
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| Third day on school, they knew I was a thumper nigga
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| My lil hitta doing 4 he caught a gun charge
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| Smoking backwoods
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| Position yourself, it’s timing that come into the end
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| Caught him slippin', Each time as he tried to get a
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| Is he the odd
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| Or baby boy, you can meet the lord
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| I pray we meet again, maybe we be on one accord
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| Walking through the flea market
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| Bouncing like I hit a lick
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| Going open, the record label just to go legit
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| Had to car cash on 27th was a pastime
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| Pay for 60 keys, all at once just like the last time
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| Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
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| Boobie gave me game
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| We used to sell dope and rob
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| I left a stain off in Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City
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| Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
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| Max box jumping with the kilograms
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| I feel your pain if you from Carol City
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| My last name should be Carol City |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carol City , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп