| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| I could run through the cash like it really ain’t nothin'
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| Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun’eds
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| I’m a pull up on your block in that Europe
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| Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| Whole lot of money in this bitch right now
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| I’m the shit right now
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| Loadin' up the motherfuckin' clip right now
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| You could get chipped right now
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| Broke back then, but I’m rich right now
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| So, broke nigga, keep quiet, pipe down
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| We don’t want to hear not a motherfuckin' sound
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| Lil' nigga, can’t you see it’s goin' down?
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| Pull up in that California 'Rari like, 'Skrr'
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| Or better yet, I pull up in that brand new Porsche like, 'Skrr'
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| Then it be right on the curb
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| Tell me what you heard 'bout a nigga
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| Whole lot of guap, that’s the word 'bout a nigga
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| Buy a new crib, sorry 'bout it, nigga
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| As far as haters' conversations, I ain’t worried 'bout it, nigga
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| I just did fifty K, tell my dealer
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| Reach for these diamonds, get that real good of your medulla
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| These bitches want to ride on my digit like a hoop
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| I just want some brain in this bitch, I need a tutor
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| Even though I got a ripe cheque, I’m still wit' them shooters
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| Been wit' them since day one, them boys don’t play none
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| I got my change up, still I ain’t changed none, fuck y’all niggas
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| I could run through the cash like it really ain’t nothin'
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| Paper cuts on my hand, throw me through these blue hun’eds
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| I’m a pull up on your block in that Europe
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| Put up twenty thousand for that two-door
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| Yeah, a young nigga thuggin', but he still gettin' money
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| Fuck all the rumors and what they assume
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| I’ve been the trillest in the room
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| Lately, a nigga flow so in tune
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| I’m shootin' out rocks from the moon
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| I’m worth my weight in Cuban links of gold
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| Fuck them and they silver spoons
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| I got soldiers down to die for my car
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| Shout-out my squadron and my platoon
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| Ho-niggas been afraid, bitch, I’m a renegade
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| Run keys and Ps up the interstate
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| I eeny, meeny lames, you could die any day
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| We never fucked wit' you, anyway
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| These niggas fabricate
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| I’m rockin' foreign fabrics, rap 'bout cash that I really make
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| I done made history
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| Know if they mention me, I got them hits like I’m Willie Mays
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| I supply my hood wit' choppers
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| If we spot a op, we’ll give him a quick trip to the doctor
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| Brazy like Mad Max in Shottas
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| Murder, no, Biggie ain’t askin' who shot you
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| I have your whole family dressed up in suits like Sinatra
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| This shit ain’t new to me
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| Ain’t no ten, shout-out to Eulogy
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| Your or me, you gon' die first just cause you’re of no use to me
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| You should be tryin' to get money, not tryin' my gangsta
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| Lil' brah, that there is a silly decision
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| We shoot wit' aim and precision
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| All of that talkin' gon' end and you no longer livin', my nigga
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| See, this what this shit about, my nigga, whole lot of money
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| Shit on you hatin'-ass niggas, five mill up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Gittin , by - Skeme. Song from the album Ingleworld 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп