| Captain K-Roll came to jugg and finesse
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| Pop checks, pop X, probably loading up a TEC
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| You ain’t doin' shit for the gang, why you hang out?
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| Niggas wanna bang out, we gon' bring that thang out, bitch
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| You can’t suck or fuck me
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| This a million-dollar dick, if I hit, she’s lucky
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| Probably tellin' all her friends, «He that nigga from 'Musty'»
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| I’ma fuck her in the Bimmer, off a Benzo, I’m bussin'
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| No discussion, we’re not tusslin', if it’s beef, then we bussin'
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| I’m a real cutthroat, I sell some dope to my cousin
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| You a real dumb ho, suckin' dick, left with nothing
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| Got her jumpin' on the dick and this the bitch that you trusting
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| Okay, lil' bitch, yeah, do that shit
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| Oh, your man not home? |
| You tryna do that dick
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| I’m that nigga doin' shows, making moves off a brick
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| I’m a young fly nigga, watch me fuck on your bitch
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| Ayy, I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
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| I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
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| He a lame on the block, nigga, who that there? |
| (Who that there?)
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| I’m a big dog gangster, nigga, we don’t care (We don’t care)
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| If you ain’t a broke nigga, throw your bands in the air (Bands in the air)
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| If you bleed what I bleed, nigga, bitch, that’s rare (Bitch, that’s rare)
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| These are big Folks, GDs up in here (G's)
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| And I ain’t scared of nan nigga reppin' over there (Reppin' over there)
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| Gone off the Xan, but I ain’t sleepin' over here
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| A nigga dissed my mans, he ain’t leavin' up in here
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| Lots of VVS diamonds on the v-neck (V-neck)
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| Fuck niggas hollerin', «Who?» |
| but we next
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| Had to tell the engineer to keep that (Keep that)
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| Over chopper? |
| Hell nah, I can’t leave that (Brr)
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| Go over there, bitch, we don’t care (Don't care)
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| In the VIP with my wrist in the air (Wrist in the air)
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| Every diamond on me is a glist', don’t stare (Don't stare)
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| Eliantte Rollie, Jubilee, it ain’t fair, yeah
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| I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
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| I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks (Ayy, ayy)
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| Go out to Memphis and I fuck with my Folk niggas
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| I don’t got a gun, then your ass gettin' poked, nigga
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| Choppa, machetes, show you that reggie
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| You can’t get your money back, nigga, I’m petty
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| It get ugly like Betty, pop like confetti
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| I’m with Thugger Thugger, nigga just like Jefferey
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| We ain’t goin' steady, we just fuckin', is you ready?
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| I’ll turn your life up, let me know if you ready
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| Your nigga, he a bitch, nah, he ain’t gon' do nothin'
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| Give me that soda, tryna screw somethin'
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| Posted a pic on Instagram with your new gun
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| But your lame ass still ain’t pull nothin', ayy
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| (Fuck nigga)
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| (Niggas take pictures on the motherfuckin' 'Gram with they motherfuckin' gun)
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| (Niggas ain’t gon' do nothin', they bitch-made)
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| Ayy, I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks
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| I’m with the Bloods, I’m with the Locs
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| I got a chop right under my coat
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| I’m from the coast where we do the most
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| Go out to Memphis, I fuck with the Folks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do the Most , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album Mafia Bidness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп