| Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Pinnacle at the top
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| Tryna show you how I ball baby
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| I be driving foreign cars baby
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| Bring you shopping at the mall baby
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| I’m just tryna show you off baby
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| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
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| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
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| You are baby
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| iPhone making money moves
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| You know I’m tryna make a mil baby
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| I don’t need to pop a silly front
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| She wanna tell you how I feel baby
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| Let me know you keep it real baby
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| When I slide you hold the steel baby
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| You already know they deal baby
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| Please don’t ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah
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| I’m taking her home cause she seem that she don’t when I’m flexin
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| I’m running it up for me and you, don’t ask me no questions
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| A lot of niggas try to hate on me but I’m just running up a bag
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| Three Jane don’t miss a nigga riding up in a Jag
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| I cannot trust your word I know what you niggas is for
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| You ain’t gotta roll a lease I don’t got a minute at all
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| Smoking that moon and she said he’s gon send her tomorrow
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| Cousin was yesterday, fuck her today then I’m gon fuck ehr lil sister tomorrow
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| Tryna show you how I ball baby
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| I be driving foreign cars baby
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| Bring you shopping at the mall baby
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| I’m just tryna show you off baby
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| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
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| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
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| You are baby
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| iPhone making money moves
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| You know I’m tryna make a mil baby
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| I don’t need to pop a silly front
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| She wanna tell you how I feel baby
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| Let me know you keep it real baby
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| When I slide you hold the steel baby
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| You already know they deal baby
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| Please don’t ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah
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| She be showing me her real colors, yes sometimes I gotta let it go
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| And sometimes I gotta let her know, change the bag with me baby
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| She finessing on these bitches got me feeling like I’m a make a pass on the
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| daily
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| Get the dome put them peas in we going half on a baby
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| Introduce you to real niggas you can detect that these niggas is lame
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| And she know that I’m balling she see the gold Cartier on the frame
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| Rolls Royce without the brain thousand dollar bottle mane
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| Bet you know how it came
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| Bitch I do it all for the fortune I don’t do it for the fame
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| Tryna show you how I ball baby
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| I be driving foreign cars baby
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| Bring you shopping at the mall baby
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| I’m just tryna show you off baby
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| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
|
| Wanna shoot you to the stars baby
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| You are baby
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| iPhone making money moves
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| You know I’m tryna make a mil baby
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| I don’t need to pop a silly front
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| She wanna tell you how I feel baby
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| Let me know you keep it real baby
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| When I slide you hold the steel baby
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| You already know they deal baby
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| Please don’t ever fight the feel baby yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uber , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп