| Yeah, the don nigga, I call myself the don for a fuckin' reason, uh
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| 'Cause I done lived to see all this shit nigga and I’m still standin', you dig
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| Okay, this that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay
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| Pull up at the light, hop out, alright I’m with the shits
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| Got on all white, ain’t tryna fight, you might get flipped, c’mon
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| That three hundred shots, I’m talkin' Chrysler with the hits
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| Stephen Curry thirty, not that precise with the dick
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| Whip on eye fly, bitch I’m Einstein
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| Chain on sci-fi, wrist on wifi
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| Okay, swag on hi-fi, bitch I’m not a nice guy
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| Playin' with my life, you might die tonight right
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| I won’t spare his life but I’ll leave his nice wife
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| 'Cause life is still a gamble, all you need is nice dice
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| Life is still a scandal, you won’t see the night twice
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| Riding through the city, you can see the nice lights
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| Got a bitch that like pipe and bitch that fight dykes
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| 'Cause I’m flier than a kite, you’ll never see this sight twice
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| And I’m higher than a light, it’s like I’ve seen this night twice
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| Got your bitch in my sight, got your bitch on my side
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| This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay
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| This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay
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| Okay now what your life like? |
| what your wife like?
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| Is your Sprite spiked? |
| it go night night
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| Bitch I’m too high, why? |
| got no wifi
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| I’m too damn fly, this is my sky, alright
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| I’m too damn fly, you can’t even lie
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| Eating wings and rice, sipping lean and Sprite
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| Okay now YSL fly, Givenchy attire
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| Double cup with ice, I knock out my lights
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| Okay double C with me, I’m with Chanel, she can’t fight
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| Alright, double G with me, I paid 'em extra for my size
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| Balmain jeans, yeah they fitting quite tight
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| Twenty in the left side, twenty in the right side
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| Reach and lose an arm, watch and lose your eyesight
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| Bitches on me, I-Spy, get them bitches out my sight
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| Bracelet with the charm, I keep on some light ice
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| Money on me right right, talkin' loaded fight night
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| This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay
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| This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay
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| This that type of shit that make 'em scratch you off the list
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you with your bitch
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| This that type of shit that make 'em watch you while you piss
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| This that hood shit, I’m talking fish and rice and grits, okay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fish Rice & Grits , by - Skooly. Song from the album BAcCWArdFeELiNgS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп