| Ay my chain, and my watch, and my ring so cold
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| Fuck your bitch on the west, took her to the North Pole
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| All my diamonds on my neck, keep a young nigga froze
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| You could tell by my whip, that a young nigga on
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| And these badass bitches keep blowin' up my phone
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| I’m in a big mansion, like Home Alone
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| Huh, styrofoam
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| Huh, two cups, I’m gone
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| Huh, ridin' in the Lamb, huh, skrrt-skrrt, huh
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| Ay, you could tell by a nigga drip
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| I could fuck on your bitch
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| He got that FNN
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| And it stay on my hip, so nigga don’t slip
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| If I catch you in the club, we gon shoot up the VIP
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| Ay my chain, and my watch, and my ring so cold
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| Fuck your bitch on the west, took her to the North Pole
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| All my diamonds on my neck, keep a young nigga froze
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| You could tell by my whip, that a young nigga on
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| And these badass bitches keep blowin' up my phone
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| I’m in a big mansion, like Home Alone
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| Huh, styrofoam
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| Huh, two cups, I’m gone
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| Huh, ridin' in the Lamb, huh, skrrt-skrrt, huh
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| I be like, fuck 12, go on and catch the case (aye)
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| I just called my lawyer like, here go 50K (aye)
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| Slide in that Bentley, now I’m in a lane (aye)
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| Try to pull me over, I’ma skrrt this bitch today (aye)
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| I just made it rain on a bad bitch (hey)
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| I just keep that 30 like a street savage (aye)
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| Born in Chiraq, I ain’t have shit
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| Aye, keep that FNN, I’ll let this bitch spray
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| Ay my chain, and my watch, and my ring so cold
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| Fuck your bitch on the west, took her to the North Pole
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| All my diamonds on my neck, keep a young nigga froze
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| You could tell by my whip, that a young nigga on
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| And these badass bitches keep blowin' up my phone
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| I’m in a big mansion, like Home Alone
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| Huh, styrofoam
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| Huh, two cups, I’m gone
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| Huh, ridin' in the Lamb, huh, skrrt-skrrt, huh
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| Feel my watch to my chain, damn a young nigga cold
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| I just fucked your bitch, took her to the North Pole
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| Earring, golfball, keep a nigga froze (aye)
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| You could tell from my whip that I’m on (aye)
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| Nigga said that he wants smoke
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| Pulled up to his momma house, to her front door
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| I’m at the front door, let that chopper blow
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| Nigga what you mean?
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| Keep an AK, with the mufuckin' beam
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| Xan with the lean (aye)
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| Percs with the Sprite (aye)
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| Ridin' in the whip (aye)
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| Skrrt all night (aye)
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| I just sold a brick (aye)
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| Catch me with that pipe (aye)
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| If a nigga try to rob, he gon lose his life (aye)
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| Ay my chain, and my watch, and my ring so cold
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| Fuck your bitch on the west, took her to the North Pole
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| All my diamonds on my neck, keep a young nigga froze
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| You could tell by my whip, that a young nigga on
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| And these badass bitches keep blowin' up my phone
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| I’m in a big mansion, like Home Alone
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| Huh, styrofoam
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| Huh, two cups, I’m gone
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| Huh, ridin' in the Lamb, huh, skrrt-skrrt, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home Alone , by - Soulja Boy. Song from the album King, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп