| Drag racing
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| Left the game behind me
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| I’m zooming on these niggas and I don’t see nobody
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| There’s no competition and I told you niggas I’d be
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| Back to put down, now I’m back with the crown
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| Crooked C with the pins on it
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| My kids life depends on it
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| So when the pen glowing and then I get going
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| I ain’t tip toeing, I’m stomping
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| In the black boots that mob
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| Look at the ish they start
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| Made a honest man straight heartless
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| 1 to 9 be ski mask mobbing
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| Someone pass me the bump blump
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| I got something to say boy
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| Real intelligent ish too, something niggas will pay for
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| Got filth under my nails, so I ain’t tryin' to be no playboy
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| Or sell you nothing I ain’t boy, see ain’t for that dumb ish
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| Yeah I aim at your nugget over that rat hole and I’ll plug it
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| Took my slick flow and I thugged it
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| Now these lame ass niggas they love it
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| I does it, for you and you
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| Put it together like two and two
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| BCGMMG, yeah that be my only crew
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| BCGMMG, yeah that be my only crew (x4)
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| American flag on my steering wheel
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| Pine tree on my rear view mirror
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| Everything seeming closer than what it appears
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| And what it appears to be
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| Is that everything in front of me is mine
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| So no time to focus on what’s behind
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| I’m focused on mine, I’m focused on time
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| Rolex watch with the fragment design
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| Small town boy with the worldly mind
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| The world is mine, the world is mine
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| I repeat it to myself at night
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| This flag dangling reminds me of my earned stripes
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| The stars represent my eyes
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| The blue is for the blood flowing cold as ice
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| The convertible Chevy’s poltergeist
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| And it’s cocaine white and it flows so nice
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| It’s coolest when I pull up at lights
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| And hop out like the grim reaper collecting lives
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| 20 inch blades and they cut like knives
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| I creep up on your block, then I cut my lights
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| Make sure I hit everything in sight
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| I’m leaving no prisoners, I ain’t sparing life
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| A savage journey for my American slice
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| I’m not needy, but I’m greedy and I want my pie
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| So I can split it then share with my guys
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| Then Meek shall inherit, but I’m done playing nice
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| Cause a good guy never own anything
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| But a humble life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bcgmmg , by - Stalley. Song from the album Songs by Me, Stalley, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп