| Money, hoes, and clothes
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| Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
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| Flipping on foes, putting
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| Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow
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| Money, hoes and clothes, is all a nigga know
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| And I been saying that shit since back in '04
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| Born in the hood but refuse to stay broke
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| Had to get rich, got tired of selling dope
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| Grind into the top now my momma living good
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| Living them dreams we was having in the hood
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| Boys better quit tripping and get up on their paper
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| Stop saving these hoes and avoid all these haters
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| Can’t kick they ass nowadays they’ll sue
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| When under pressure Your best friends telling on you
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| Where them bitches at, I keep plenty dimes
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| Money, hoes and clothes is all in my mind
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| Money, hoes, and clothes
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| Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
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| Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
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| Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow
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| I speak the truth, never tell you lies
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| Still a hunnid ain’t switch like them other guys
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| New year new levels of this boss life
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| Hopping out the drive rows like, suprise
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| And now them haters can’t believe they eyes
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| Swear I wasn’t gonna be shit, bitch apologize
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| Wanna see me lose, but a nigga still winning
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| Wanna see me stop but them 4's still spinnin'
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| Went from cheering for a nigga to being a hater
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| The gift in the curse of getting this paper
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| See ya later broke niggas I got new neighbors
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| Plus its cause I’m still getting new paper
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| Money, hoes, and clothes
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| Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
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| Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
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| Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow
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| Now look who creeping, look who crawling
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| Look who still balling in the mix
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| Still sticking long dick in your bitch
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| Your section full of niggas, my section full of hoes
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| At the club tryna fight, what you mad for
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| Everybody who I know mad mad cause they broke
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| I came to sell a grade, I made mills and making mo'
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| Meek free, DJ gonna play that intro
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| And everything he named on it but that lambo
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| Cause I couldn’t fix same shit with yo bitch
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| You ain’t gotta spit game to em when you getting rich
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| If I ain’t broke boy then gonna fix ya
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| Money, hoes, and clothes
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| Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
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| Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
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| Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flipping on 4's , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Hogg Life, Vol. 2: Still Surviving, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп