| The flow-- is in the pocket like wallets
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| I got the bounce like hydraulics
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| I can’t call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck that
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| Figg get da money, shootin dice what they hittin' for?
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| Hookers out to sell the pussy
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| Money trade for intercourse
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| Every corner, liquor store
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| Laundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store
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| EBT accept 'em more
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| Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
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| Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
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| Domino’s, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough
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| Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' up
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| Schizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player
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| See how things evolve later
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| 4 Lokos for the young locos
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| Niggas cashin' my check for white tees
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| Don’t fuck with Melrose, just Metros--PCS's
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| You get the message
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| Good investments in my direction
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| Figg get da money, yeah!
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| Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah!
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| Figg get da money, yeah!
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| Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah!
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| Figg get da money, yeah!
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| Uh, it’s midnight, where the bitches at (Schoolboy)
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| See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track (Schoolboy)
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| Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black (Schoolboy)
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| They gotta make a living so they put us on our back (Schoolboy)
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| But why they gotta judge us when we do it back? |
| (Schoolboy)
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| Mickey D’s and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat (Schoolboy)
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| Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack (Schoolboy)
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| Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snack
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| But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb (Schoolboy)
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| Any Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like Michigan (Schoolboy)
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| Wolver Street know what it be (Be)
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| Hanging in front of the laundry mat til 2 or 3 (3)
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| With like 2 or 3 (3)
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| Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
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| Money to gain up in them streets
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| Shall I preach about this beat
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| Puffy ain’t got shit on me
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| Better yet this L.A. heat
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| Figueroa, figg sa money block
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| Uh, Jehoviah coming let me close the blinds
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| So I can get high, nigga free my mind
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| Write my niggas doing hella years past time
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| Ballers got it crackin', crackin' at the crack of dawn
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| Ice cream truck stop for my mom but me, he won’t respond
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| Gotta read between the lines
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| Best believe I’m off of crime
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| This must be the longest line, where they cookin' worse than swine
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| Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at 9
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| But Pices got it jumpin' at the taco stand
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| Rapping on them corners (Aye!), AM, PM like the Taliban
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| Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand
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| Drizzle riding through the hood, Junkies love the avalanche
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| Homeless person gotta shuffle cans, take 'em up to the recycle bin
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| Take his bread to the candyman, but still he eat
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| Tell me if that ain’t hustlin'
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| Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, Hell! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Figg Get Da Money, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Setbacks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп