| I just been ballin' out every season
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| Know it’s some niggas I left in the bleachers
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| I just been married to double cup
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| I got to pour me a four inside another liter
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| Tie up the bands and then run it up
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| I got to put the new bales inside of the freezer
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| Back at the trap I was ducking them people
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| Ducking them birds sending out them eagles
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| All of my diamonds gone buss out the meter
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| I’m dripping water nigga, Aquafina
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| Damn that bitch cappin' if she think I need her
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| Hit it one time and then I got to leave her
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| I’m a real street nigga
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| Gotta keep it a rack with my people
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| Turn the whole squad to bosses
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| I can’t be kickin' shit like I’m Adidas
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| Young nigga pullin' up inside the Bentley truck
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| I be just be poppin' shit like hot grease
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| I remember days sitting at the trap
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| 'Bout to call the plug gotta cop three
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| Looked up to Pablo Escobar, Money Meech, and Chapo
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| That’s my top three
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| Bitch I was serving the sidewalk
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| Then I copped the drop hopped in the streets
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| You can’t name a young nigga that’s hot as me
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| All my niggas do murders and robberies
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| Got about 20 racks in the Robin Jeans
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| Niggas thinking I won off the lottery
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| When I hop in the push start with the pound
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| Niggas know that it ain’t no stopping me
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| Outta town champ like Mayweather
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| Got a new crib off the boxing ring
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| Put the new Forgiatos on the Jeep, run up thirty in a week
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| I just fuck her I don’t keep
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| .45 Under the pillow
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| Forty-Five Thousand in the sheets
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| I want the bag nigga
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| I can’t trust no hoe if I know she ain’t married to me
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| Bitch I done got this shit up out the streets
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| Red gut period blood on my seats
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| I just been ballin' out every season
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| Know it’s some niggas I left in the bleachers
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| I just been married to double cup
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| I got to pour me a four inside another liter
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| Tie up the bands and then run it up
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| I got to put the new bales inside of the freezer
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| Back at the trap I was ducking them people
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| Ducking them birds sending out them eagles
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| All of my diamonds gone buss out the meter
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| I’m dripping water nigga, Aquafina
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| Damn that bitch cappin' if she think I need her
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| Hit it one time and then I got to leave her
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| I’m a real street nigga
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| Gotta keep it a rack with my people
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| Turn the whole squad to bosses
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| I can’t be kickin' shit like I’m Adidas
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| Rap shit
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| I ain’t got to cap shit
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| I’ve been gettin' cheese like I’m Velveeta
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| I’m in a two seater with two bad bitches
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| Black and White I’m finna have a zebra
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| She want to ride in the back
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| Cause I’ve been having them racks
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| I ain’t showing
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| She say I ain’t got them racks
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| Thought you knew me better than that
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| But they ain’t knowing
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| She say my VVS’s so annoying
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| I bought a coupe to spoil her
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| She want to look out the roof in the morning
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| YSL got her a new persona
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| I want to ball like a triple-double nigga
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| Larry Bird with the racks
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| Livin' my best life, shorty
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| You can’t never get attached
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| Went to the plug got a couple peas
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| Then I Ran-dolph like Zach
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| We been sellin' in the projects
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| Like it’s the New Jack City
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| All my bitches got ass and titties
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| Got to hop on top the bag and get it
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| She call me cause her main nigga don’t beat it up
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| He something like a pacifist
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| All a nigga do is sniff her the check
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| Open her mouth put the dick in her neck
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| Blue rags bitches crippin' the set
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| I’ve been trapping got to get a Patek
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| Bitch I’m rich I can’t be livin' in debt
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| She won’t be my bitch
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| I can’t fuck with the pets
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| Her best friend end up givin' me sex
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| In the Tahoe when I jumped out the jet
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I just been ballin' out every season
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| Know it’s some niggas I left in the bleachers
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| I just been married to double cup
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| I got to pour me a four inside another liter
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| Tie up the bands and then run it up
|
| I got to put the new bales inside of the freezer
|
| Back at the trap I was ducking them people
|
| Ducking them birds sending out them eagles
|
| All of my diamonds gone buss out the meter
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| I’m dripping water nigga, Aquafina
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| Damn that bitch cappin' if she think I need her
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| Hit it one time and then I got to leave her
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| I’m a real street nigga
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| Gotta keep it a rack with my people
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| Turn the whole squad to bosses
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| I can’t be kickin' shit like I’m Adidas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Every Season , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп