| Gimme 20 Dollars
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| Ron Browz
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| No wifing in the club
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| Gimme twenty dollars
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| Gimme twenty dollars
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| Gimme twenty dollars
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| No wifing in the club
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| Rose got me bent all night
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| I’ve been watching you got short pinned all night
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| She a barbie and you been playing kent all night
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| You a sucka she got you for your rent all night
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| Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
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| No kissing in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
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| No tricking in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
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| You on a mission in the club so gimme 20 dollarz
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| No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!)
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| No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!)
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| (They ain’t ready-ready!)
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| No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!)
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| No (no) hand (hand) cuffin' in the club (club!)
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| No wifin in the club!
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| I can’t cuff in the club, I ain’t officer ricky
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| JH flashy, fly like a frisbee
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| Tea Bagz the movement, ya’ll still with me (I'm still here)
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| The boy shake down, we runz the cityy
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| You know the motto, we keepz it gwinnin
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| Rose bottles, yes we sippin
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| Haze in the air, yes we piffin
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| Told you before, still dippin like lipton
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| No wifin in the club!
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| Nah gimme 20 dollarz for all you trickin
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| Gimme 20 dollarz for Mmm Mmm kissin
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| All you lovers, ya’ll do the wifin
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| I’ll be the plumber, I’ll do the pipin
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| Tea Bag boys, sippin on bubb
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| Usher ass niggahz makin love in the club
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| Big big tipper, Me Cafe
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| Bitch don’t like me then she must (hey!) be gay
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| No wifin in the club!
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| DJ Self, sittin in a tree, k-I-s-s-I-n-g
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| I won’t eat her, I just beat her
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| I call her a spare tire, pull her out when I need her
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| And she sneaky (sneaky), real sneaky (sneaky)
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| All the Tea Bag boyz call her freaky
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| Straight to the telly, never pass no dub
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| Cause you never see self in the club in lovee
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| No wifin in the club!
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| You put me in a pot, I’m boiling hot (hot!)
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| You wanna shop, girl I hope you got (got!)
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| Me a trick, I think that’s not (nope!)
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| Fuck with Sha, I have you on the block (uh-huh!)
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| Poppy stop, a hundred on the spot (wooo!)
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| Bring it back so I could stack (like this!)
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| Bring that ass so I could slap (like that!)
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| Sha money, just like that (Uhh!)
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| No wifin in the club!
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| No handcuffin, it’s over for that wife shit
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| I’m on my jerk dog, fuck two dyke shit
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| Tall, red bone, 6'2″ blonde nice tits
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| And they got they own cush, just how I like it
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| It’s kingking no buying shots of patron
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| I got the cali burner, one more round and I’m gone
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| Young Tea Bag Picasso and pimpin is my art
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| So save that holdin hand shit for ya man in central park |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 Dollars , by - Ron Browz. Song from the album Timeless, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп