| GMC trucks with the extended cab
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| This year I extend my cash
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| Vast wages for these raps
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| These hating niggas get the straps no debating it’s just that
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| No more Mr. Nice guy
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| My nigga just tatted tears under his right eye
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| Unremorseful souls for that Porsche and Rolls
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| A couple golds and some nice diamonds
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| And they taking it all from you, now my niggas shining
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| So think before talking homie this ain’t just rhyming
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| I came from that cold hole, I’m my city’s diamond
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| So it’s natural for that street to get to firing
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| If you niggas try and play me boy
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| Or knock me out my Penn state 'cause I don’t play with boys
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| I play with toys with the big wheels
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| is how that truck feels
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| Leathr seat, wood grain steering wheels
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| Captain of the Silverado, morning brakfast in the Tahoe
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| Lunch in executive suites, dinner at beauty and Essex
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| That’s how bosses eat
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| Kiss the ring or kiss the cheek before you lame niggas speak to me
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| Before you lame niggas speak
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| To me
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| Used to ride up in my truck thinking something’s gotta budge
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| Getting dough didn’t have enough to make it through when times got tough
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| Trying to be patient praying one day I was gonna make it (Gonna make it)
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| Now I’m being driven around, feeling like I own the town
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| Still get to blow with the baddest hoes, thankful for the life I chose
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| Made 'em so anxious if I want it it’s mine for the taking
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| GMC swanging
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| Nowadays I travel like a president
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| Black SUVs with the darkest tint
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| Every city I’m in, I’m in the heart of it
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| Campaigning, champagning, my cigar lit
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| Fitted hat with the crooked C
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| Smiling through the window with my gap teeth
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| Three fingers up, you know what the motto be
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| Everywhere I go it’s like they honor me
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| So all hail to the honorable (Me)
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| And raise our glasses high to the common folk
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| This grind was kinda slow but now it’s picking up
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| A real American dream
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| Used to be behind the wheel now I’m getting pushed
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| Riding through the state like a black Bush
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| Ohio state plates, no Reggie Bush
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| Just some purple kush and some large Trojans
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| For these boppers trying to be chosen
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| And sit back seat with me chain smoking
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| Presidential bar shit, I told her keep rolling
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| Been Lewinski for the ride then I’m kicking her to the side
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| And I’m back on my grown man
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| Rolling
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| Rolling for that blue collar dollar American dream
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| Looking back on my my life from where I used to be
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| Used to ride up in my truck thinking something’s gotta budge
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| Getting dough didn’t have enough to make it through when times got tough
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| Trying to be patient praying one day I was gonna make it (Gonna make it)
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| Now I’m being driven around, feeling like I own the town
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| Still get to blow with the baddest hoes, thankful for the life I chose
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| Made 'em so anxious if I want it it’s mine for the taking
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| GMC swanging
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| Once upon a time I used to dream
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| Working 9−5 steady on the grind, this would be temporary
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| Now look at me now
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| I’m on top of the world
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| Paid to feel me
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| GMC swinging
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| GMC banging
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| While I blow out my smoke
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| Out the window
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| While I blow out my smoke
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| Out the window |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Volley Express , by - Stalley. Song from the album Songs by Me, Stalley, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп