| Lil mama downstairs fixing salmon croquettes
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| More money, more stress, it come with having a check
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| You one of them rappers they press, it come from lack of respect
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| If I’m on stage I’m on deck, they ain’t pat me down yet
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| Yeah I copped one in the desert, said I’m too tall for a Vette
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| Saw one at the auction I could’ve bought, I’m so messy
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| I’m already stamped, so I thought I’d address it
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| I’m appalled, you let my balling upset you? |
| Well this pressure
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| Rappers road rage, in my rearview a pedestrian
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| Throw this bitch in reverse, might throw your bitch in a verse
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| Lance say he got some Ac, I ain’t totally quit the syrup
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| I’m joking, I woke up, rolled up, did yoga, and went to work
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| Not worried bout what I make, just know I’ma get my worth
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| Picking up Grind Hard OG with the grower November 1st
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| They say it ain’t so fun when the rabbit got the gun
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| And I feel like the bunny with the drum
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| How I keep going, and going, and going
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| Yeah I’m knowing they feelings hurt
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| Just know it was God’s plan, even though I ain’t been to church
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| I could’ve been in that hearse, so I’m knowing that prayer works
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| Got this hoe I hate, she the worst, left my throwaway in her purse
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| I ain’t fucking with that bitch, she on that lil girl shit
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| You just a fake broke nigga, you just look real rich
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| Down bad, fucked up, but I took my lick
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| Had to run it back up, so I took me a risk
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| Glad I chose this over hooping at Fisk
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| Every Tuesday around 6 pull up the coupe to Ruth’s Chris
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| Got a cougar to cook for me but I choose to forget
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| Come through in the clutch, Jermaine shoot but don’t miss
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| And I promise I ain’t slanging, yeah I’m truly legit
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| My momma’s neighbors probably think I’m moving them bricks
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| I been stock trading, getting 2 for a pit
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| Getting 10 for a show, still got nothing for a bitch
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| Look, reaching for my chain’ll get you paralyzed
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| You a trapper and a rapper, that’s a pair of lies
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| I can look you in your eyes and tell you petrified
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| Left third, now I’m headed home and I ain’t scared to slide
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| Baby say she love me, I told her love don’t pay the bills
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| Even though that pussy wetter than the Navy SEALs
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| She said I’ll never be hungry 'cause she can make a meal
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| I told her I’m money-hungry to make a mil
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| Burning in them coffins so we turned to the office
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| I ain’t learn nothing in school, I learned everything from losses
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| Balling on these hoes, and I never went golfing
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| Ain’t giving niggas nothing, that’s a Boston
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| Shit I gave niggas everything, they still snitching on me
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| My lawyer lying for me, shit, and he don’t even know me
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| Do it by myself, that’s what come with being lonely
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| If I left it up to them, I would end up being homeless
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| If I didn’t have the mic and pimping I wouldn’t have a ride man
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| Always on that bullshit, but I ain’t from the Chi man
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| It’s cool coach, put me in the game and we won’t lose coach
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| I’m asking for the ball when the game getting too close
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| (Swish.) I’m a westside block nigga
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| Bring it to you direct, but connected like a Cox nigga
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| I can’t fuck with her if she ain’t investing in my stock nigga
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| Lito you my brother, it’s gone be that till we drop nigga
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| Gone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6am In Vegas , by - Starlito. Song from the album Hot Chicken, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп