| Don’t matter just don’t bite it, and don’t spill my cup
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| And I don’t want the bottle unless they sell mine up
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| She wanna fuck in my car, so we fucked in the trunk
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| Mr. Officer you handcuffin' or what?
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| For hundred dollar two liter I pour that shit up
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| I owe this nigga, but I don’t give a fuck
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| Just made sixty off the road damn right, I scrape this shit up
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| Goin' back and forth that I’m in grade with the plug
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| Take what they want, they think I play for the son
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| I come from straight runnin' guns, my heart don’t play one on one
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| I sip that drink till I’m numb, and I’m impatiently dumb
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| Like once our dude calls you an Uber you can stay 'till they come
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| Your ho just smoke up your grass yeah, your last yeah
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| Just been spent sixty racks on taxes, just last year
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| Got me back sellin' bags yeah, no halfs yeah
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| Pourin' Hi-tech out the glass, yeah, don’t know how I ain’t crashed yet
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| When crunch time all the youngins go to stickin' shit up
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| Outside with that iron while they clinkin' the club
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| Booty plump, she got trunk, shawty shakin' her rump
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| I’ve been gone a couple months tryin' to see what is what
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| Quita know matter what I swear I love her to death
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| When I was fucked up all the girls, she was the only one there
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| Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the scale
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| When the money go flippin' all the herb go to hell
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| Ya tell her oh well, get weed from somebody else
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| Designer stitching on my denim you could tell by the belt
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| Vacuum suction on the, lips murdered the blunt
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| By the time you go to hit it ain’t the shit for your lungs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeaa , by - Starlito. Song from the album Introversion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп