| Polo to the jewels, rose gold the jewels
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| Still get my hands dirty, gotta keep me some Purell
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| It’s a cold world, but the streets is more cruel
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| I’m just trying to do well, jet life two L’s
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| Nine eleven cartel, money’s on
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| Came a long way from sliding skeezers, smoking reefer
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| And the honeycombs
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| Since then, lost friends off envy and hate
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| Niggas mad because they sell nicks and I sell weight
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| Coming clean, niggas still be in the trap
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| Should leave that garbage alone and come and get you a batch
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| Stompin' through joints still looking fresh
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| Zippers in the front, laces in the back
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| If I die today, remember me like Ralph Lauren
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| In a denim supplied jacket in bucket looking Harlem
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| On skully mode, looking rugged, Ronnie Garvin on
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| Rugby flow, I’m the king, I ain’t just talking
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| I’m about it, just caught a lick
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| Blew my profit on a closet, scavenging in the store
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| I ain’t seen nothing I ain’t buy yet
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| Damn shame, walk through the mans shame get champagne, true story
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| I got a little power so I don’t pay at the counter
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| They know when I’m around the store reeking of sour
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| And just imagine, the pack will get even louder
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| Don’t wonder where I got it, just know that I was slinging
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| I was: |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rivermonts , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album Rugby Thompson, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп