| Ooh, RJ
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), yeah
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| Don’t see shit unless it’s the money, what you in it for?
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| Can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
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| Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
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| Told that bitch we ain’t done, I’ma give her more (Hold up)
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| And if them blues runnin' short, nigga, let me know
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| My lil' nigga don’t do shit but hit that road
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| He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes
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| I just made twenty bands off one of his loads
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| Ice in my black stitch, bitches runnin' my nose
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| Count the strips, then the bitch get to suckin' my soul
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| Bitch keep tryna kiss my cup, I don’t want your cold
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| Talkin' wild, get the OJ’s, nigga, it’s on
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| I keep ten on me daily, I told niggas I wasn’t playin'
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| Just spent ten on my baby, got «Ghetto Champagne» playin'
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| I’m that nigga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah
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| Shoot a nigga 'til he through, a-dead, dead
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| Want beef? |
| Fuck the money, we gon' carry all straps
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| Got this big bitch with me, Halle Berry off B*A*P*S
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| Got my smart nigga with me, he aware of all apps
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| Pull up to a nigga crib fuckin' with the Google Maps
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| Get to ballin' in the club like the monsters
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| FN turn the bar into a block party
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| Told that bitch it’s a dub in these Rockstars
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| Ain’t no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt
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| When I woke up, whippd the dope up
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| Lame nigga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up
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| 'Member when I had them beans in the Focus
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| Young nigga keep them beams, don’t provoke us
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| Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked
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| And we ain’t drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us
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| Keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda
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| Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover
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| And I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood
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| Me and Wildman goin' 'Wood for 'Wood
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| In this bitch like Suge on bullshit
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| And I wish a nigga would got a full clip
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| And you know I won’t hesitate to use it
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| Hollow punch you with the fire like Hadouken
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| Shoot him up midrange like DeRozan
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| Nigga, all my chains extra frozen
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| And your bitch kids love me like Frozen
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| Hmm, LeBron with the bricks, I’m the chosen one
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| I’m buyin' more clips 'cause it’s more than one
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| Whole Hush kit, fuck Golden Son, huh
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| Security just let me get the gun in here
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| Pussy nigga, this is right where the fun begin
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| I got the lil' draky-drake with the drum in here
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| Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here
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| Ayy, I prayed to God, asked him please, come right my wrongs
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| I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked in my song
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| I got the ice, I got the cream, don’t need no cone
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| Over 21 and I’m a savage, don’t need no loan
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| I block a bitch every time I’m feelin' a ho
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| Bitch named Mira in the Marrow, she need this bone
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| Red shirt, high top Gerald, I’m still in the show
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| Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone, huh
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| Don’t see shit unless it’s the money, what you in it for?
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| Can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
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| Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?
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| Told that bitch we ain’t done, I’ma give her more (Hold up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lunch Room , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп