| Natra
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| Put that shit on gang
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| Why these hoes think we playing?
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| Had to be the one, I’m the man (you dig?)
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| Kill them niggas, kill them once again
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| Try to kill me, boy you missed
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| Shot your shot, shot me, go on with that shit
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| I ain’t put none on the rip
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| I told you off the rip
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| SSET!
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| Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch, kill that hoe, kill that bitch
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| Kill that hoe, Kill that bitch
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| Kill that hoe, ooh, kill 'em
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| Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
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| Fuck these niggas, I’m that nigga
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| Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger
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| Know you love it, know you love it
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| Know you love that shit, yeah
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| Know you love it, huh, huh
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| I love bitches, I love pourin' fours, so much
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| I love any pill, and I love smokin' dope
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| Loved her anyways and now she just a hoe
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| I love when they actin' hard and pussy on the low (tie)
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| Femto really love beefin' I ain’t gon' hold ya (SSET, SSET)
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| I’m gonna go Patek my wrist, I’ma make it last longer (SSET, SSET, SSET)
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| Fuck nigga, I want you to see this shit, I can fuck yo' momma
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| Your main bitch love me too, talk critic right after I fuck her
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| Young nigga look at you and I see food, bitch, I’m fresh up out the pound (SSET)
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| Probably in your hood with 20 birds flyin' around
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| Got the Swiss cheese nozzle on the stick, air it out
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| Leave your whole shit flipped, fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? |
| (huh)
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| Let’s take every pill, we gon' go slow
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| Been looking for you for a while, where you goin'?
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| You was talkin' all that shit, so what we on?
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| I just got a new check, I told Bam I’m gon' pay his bond
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| I just got a new check, yeah
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| I just fuck it up, huh
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| Got your bitch, she sucking dick
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| In my Bentley truck, huh
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| Pop a pill, I’m geeked up, huh
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| Pop a pill, she geeked, huh
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| Vans all on my feet, huh
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| Diamonds on my teeth, huh
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| Iced out my AP
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| Your man so broke, he wanna be like me, uh
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| He can’t be like me, huh
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| He’s a wanna-be, uh
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| Ridin' 'round with the stick though, huh
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| Play the bitch like Nintendo, huh
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| I get the money you lame, huh
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| Iced out on the chain, huh
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| Looking at me, swear to God, your man so broke
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| Swear to God, he lame, huh
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| I get the money no fame, huh
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| He just do it for the fame, huh
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| Baby girl wanna step, huh
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| I’m drinkin' lean no beer, huh
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| Got dimes over here, huh
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| Diamonds all in my ears, huh
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| Yeah, Dexter, tuh, Dexter
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| Diamonds all in my ears, huh
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| Sippin' on lean, you think that it’s beer
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| What, yeah, ooh
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| Diamonds all in my ears, huh
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| Diamonds all in my ears
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| I’m sippin' on lean, you think that it’s beer
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| Yeah, Dexter, huh, yeah, what
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| I get the money whatever
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| I get the money whatever
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| Run the bands, I wear Margielas, bitch
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| Ooh, huh, pull up with a stick, huh
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| Swear to God, let it rip, huh
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| Swear to God, let it rip, huh, yeah, Dexter
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| Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
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| Fuck these niggas, I’m that nigga
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| Racks got bigger, I went big and I got bigger
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| Know you love it, know you love it
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| Know you love that shit, yeah
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| Know you love it, huh, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ILYSM , by - Robb Bank$. Song from the album Cloverfield 2.0 - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп