| Pull up in the back and I’m smoking out the pack
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| Guns on me like Iraq, jumping, pills, and crack
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| Yo we got thrax in the trap with her right now
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| Clip like giraffe hanging out on me right now
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| It’s Trapboy and RiFF RAFF
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| Talk out your neck, get you kidnapped
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| Your bitch out of line, get your bitch slapped
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| These niggas be broke, big cap
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| Watch on my wrist like a Phantom
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| We get the pack in and we down it
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| Break the brick all down to ounces
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| 28.8 when you get it and count it
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| Dividing the profit, that’s 800 an ounce
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| Smoking on loud, I think I got the loudest
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| I’m straight out of Dallas but smoking on Cali
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| Bust down a pack bitch, I’m dabbing in Palace
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| Hundred pound planted in back of a Challenger
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| Niggas be bogus, these bitches be roaches
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| I done got older, my teeth a lil colder
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| The rollie a burden, the Glock hold a 30
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| We don’t do no swerving, it’s blocks and it’s bourbon
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| I’m fresh like detergent, I’m sipping on purple
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| My trap jump like hurdles, he play, I’ma hurt him
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| These niggas a hurdle, I live for the murder
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| I’m from the D, bitch if you wack then you murdered
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Polar bear fist I done did it like this
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| Iceberg Simpson on my wrist
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| Rose to the top like a tiger stripe pit
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| Born in midnight in the iceberg fit
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| Teeth porch light, Givenchy more life
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| Pour a Trae Young in my Aquaberry Sprite
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| Pour a Trae Young in my Aquaberry Sprite
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| At the stoplight bitch better act right
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| I done flew to Ireland bought a Burberry bagpipes
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| Froze the whole scene with my ultraviolet ice
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| Smoke a peace pipe with, um, Vanna White
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| Ruby red ice, it look like stoplights
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| Aquaberry highs done pulled up at nine
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| Multiply dollar signs, them racks is mine
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| Strawberry snow done plugged my left sinus
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| Every car I buy has zero mileage
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| Trip, during turbulence, spilled drank on the pilot
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| Wake up in sunset, Gucci frame on my eyelids
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Black-black Maybach and I’m in the way back
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack
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| Pull up in Iraq and I’m smoking loud pack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Maybach , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album Vanilla Gorilla, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп