| Baby, I can’t stop until that duffel unfold
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| Cost your whole life just to pull up in that Rolls
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| I was that lil', nigga, I was whipping on the stove
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| Sixteen years old I was kicking in them doors
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| My nigga in the prison he told me some niggas told
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| Most niggas ain’t solid, swear it’s some niggas fold
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| We flooded the Patek’s, the streets and build stoves
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| We running with the techs and cleats the field cold
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| They sent him to the pound for pounds my dawg gone
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| They searching and up the whip and I hope they don’t find the phone
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| I call my Piru partners and they told me slime gone
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| Smoking that gelato got me different time zone
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| I stack the Benjamins and ran it up
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| Know you want me for money baby, you leaving just beg me to go
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| I just roll up a fat one baby, you see me don’t pass me the Dutch
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| They call me lil bird young nigga put your wing up
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| Depression got a nigga dropping Xannies in the lean cup
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| We mud brothers these bitches can’t come between us
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| I just run up a sack niggas always tryna know what I’m on
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| I pull up in the white, no location give my dawg the phone
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| My nigga in the prison he told me some niggas told
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| Most niggas ain’t silent for instance some niggas fold
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| We flooded the Pateks the streets the and build stoves
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| We running with the techs and cleats the field cold
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| They sent them to the pound for pounds my dawg gone
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| They searching up the whip and I hope they don’t find a phone
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| I call my power partners and they told me slime gone
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| Smoking that gelato got me different time zone
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| Running up these hunnid on me and my niggas don’t count on the deal
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| See me in the streets, you breach, just know that I keep me a steel
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| Lot a niggas hating tryna get my bitch to use me
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| Talking bout that nigga my nigga just throw on a two piece
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| Hop up in that Audi gotta get that bag today
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| Thanking God that me and all my niggas pad the same
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| Thanking God that I can count these hunnids in a wraith
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| Don’t want okay, I do the race
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| They pray don’t find the phone
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| I pray don’t find the phone
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| Hope they don’t find the phone
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| We better don’t find the phone
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| These niggas ain’t know what I’m on
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| Cause I’m in a different time zone
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| No, no, oh, ya ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya ya
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| Ya ya ya ya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Game , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп