| Niggas be cappin', they don’t get no love
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| Niggas be actin', they really ain’t cut
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| How you a trapper? |
| You ain’t got no plug
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| How you a trapper? |
| You ain’t got no drugs
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| You ain’t the man, you still play with an ounce
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| We take the money, and we ship it out
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| It’s a hunnid thousand up in the clouds
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| He gon' see it soon as digits touch down
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| I sent the money and he sent a
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| I seen the money and he sent chickens
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| Soon as we get it, we gonna remix it
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| Stuff a hunnid of 'em up in the ceiling
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| Open up shop, if you need to come get it
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| We gon' boom it 'til the crackers come kick it
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| We gon' boom it 'til I see half a ticket
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| We gon' boom it, gotta take care of Christmas
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| Trade a fifty pack of Percs for a vert'
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| Trade a fifty pack of dirt for a verse
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| Let’s trade the chain, snatch it for a hearse
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| Let’s change, your momma cryin' in a church
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| Brand new bitch got enamored, she fuckin'
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| Keep tryna convince a nigga she love me
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| We get the money, yeah, we get the money
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| You niggas cappin', y’all broke, it ain’t nothing
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| Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
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| Brand new plug, sendin' bowls on the mission (Woah)
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| Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
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| Young nigga fuckin' up the whole city (Woah)
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| I sip the lean, and it fuckin' my kidney (Woah)
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| Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
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| Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
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| On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
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| Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
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| Brand new plug, sendin' bowls on the mission (Woah)
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| Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
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| Young nigga fuckin' up the whole city (Woah)
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| I sip the lean, and it fuckin' my kidney (Woah)
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| Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
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| Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
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| On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I fuck the city up (Wave)
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| I’ma fuck the city up (Wave) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ftcu , by - Rod Wave. Song from the album Rookie of the Year, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп