| AceTheFace
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| Ron-Ron do that shit
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| I just popped a Perc, get my mind right (Mind right)
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| Bitch, I want some money, not no lime light (Lime light)
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| Me and all my niggas, we beyond tight ('Yond tight)
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| We ain’t goin' back and forth, bitch, it’s on sight (On sight)
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| Ayy, told that bitch «Take yo clothes off"(Take yo clothes off)
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| Big .40 knock his nose off (Big .40, nigga)
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| She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head (I want some head)
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| My niggas in the county, boy, they eatin' bread (Eatin' bread)
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| If a nigga try to play me, we gon' leave him dead (Leave him dead)
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| I got tired of poppin' Molly so I’m poppin' meds (Poppin' meds)
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| Ooh, this a Oxy, all these niggas sweet like some toffee (Like some toffee)
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| Double cup, nigga, I ain’t sippin' coffee (Sippin' lean)
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| Play with us, he get chipped like some Taki’s (He get chipped)
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| You don’t fuck how I fuck so she creepin' on you (Bitch)
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| I told my nigga P Dawg «Boy, they sleepin' on you"(Sleepin' on you)
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| Glock-19 but it hold fifty, I gotta keep a stick 'cause it get sticky (Sticky)
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| Like a math quiz, it gon' get tricky, I’m doin' drugs with a bitch like I’m
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| Bobby Whitney (Ooh)
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| Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls (Bank rolls)
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| Boy, you niggas fuckin' stank hoes (Stank hoes)
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| I been fuckin' on yo main ho (On yo main bitch)
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| Keep it real, that’s the reason why you hate for (What you hatin' for?)
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| My Glock gay, it give him facials (Give him facials)
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| I got a white bitch named Rachel (White bitch)
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| When she fuckin' on me it’s interracial (Interracial)
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| I’m 'bout my paper like a nigga went to Staples (Racks)
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| You don’t need a nigga? |
| Raise your hands up
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| You with your best friend, then you finna dance up
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| They playin' City Girls, so you finna act up
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| Drop it down to the floor, I throw them bands up
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| Ass fat, you gon' make it clap, huh?
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| In a function, nigga, got your strap, huh?
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| We don’t talk on the phone, 'cause it’s tapped, bruh
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| Heard she don’t get no head but that’s cap, bruh
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| Ayy, she be givin' niggas hella head
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| You done fucked up the re-up on me, hella bread
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| Adam sent me a four of that medicine
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| I remember way back they wouldn’t let us in
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| Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in
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| I ain’t the best, nigga, tell me who is better then?
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| I rock Truey, G Star and the Vetements
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| They done fucked up, bring Berettas in
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| Walked in with pistolas
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| I paint a nigga red like Crayola
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| I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya
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| Brand new BAPE kicks like I’m Soulja
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| Ayy, yeah, like I’m Soulja Boy
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| Still the same young nigga, I’m just older, boy
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| Ayy, yeah, like I’m Soulja Boy
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| Still the same young nigga, I’m just older, boy
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| Ayy, ice on me, bitch, I’m froze up
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| I’m a Jordan in my city, so she chose up
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| It cost like five nigga, pour a four up
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| And I just poured two, so I’m slowed up
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| I can’t pop me no Percs, I’ma throw up
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| It’s goin' down, baby girl, we finna go up
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| She put her lips on my dick 'cause I blowed up
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| And I got ten bands when I showed up
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| I got mighty codeine and some dope (Gang, gang)
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| And the nigga better watch for yo ho (Yeah)
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| Two for ten, we can get it at the store (At the store)
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| And my dawg outta line on the lows (On the lows)
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| 22 up in the city for the bowls, yeah, yeah
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| Countin' money so we keep the trap closed, yeah, yeah
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| Ain’t no comin' on the block, you payed a toll, uh-huh
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| And that bitch on the X, make her roll, uh-huh
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| In the Hellcat with the fog lights (Fog)
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| Got these VV’s on me, givin' frostbite (VV's)
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| Brought your bitch through, she givin' head all night (Bitch)
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| Ridin' real foreign’s, got the name on the exhaust pipe (Skrt, skrt)
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| We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team
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| Slime down the runway, we will leave ya block clean (Bah, bah)
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| Ridin' with two .30's in the, we the Glock team (Bah, bah)
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| Shotty got a .40 in the back and it’s not clean (Bah, bah)
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| Tell a nigga «Cash out», I’ma leave him ass out
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| Pussy nigga spook, he ain’t ever seen the crack house
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| vibes and we even got the back house (Back house)
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| We apply the pressure to a nigga, he get packed out (Packed out)
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| Hit a nigga spot, 'lil nigga, where the safe at? |
| (Safe at)
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| Leave a nigga dead, now we see him where the tapes at, stretch fast
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| When I beat a bitch, I be lookin' for a latex
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| Growin' out the trap, so you know you made the cake stretch (Cake)
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| AceTheFace
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| Ron-Ron do that shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind Right , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album Party Pack. Vol 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп