| Man, That shit crazy.
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| Sipping drank wrecked my Mercedes
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| (Starlito Verse)
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| First thing’s first, shut your bitch ass up
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| Anything else, shoot your bitch ass up
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| Bet you won’t get back up, and so your shit bag up
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| Call that shit bad luck, yeah
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| Driving race cars, smoking out the jar, fucking bad broads
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| Aaah, but what I’m gonna do tomorrow?
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| I got my own nigga, yeah you can borrow
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| Let my youngin a couple hunned
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| And I bet he shoot your car up
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| And send some money order to the pen and pay my lawyer
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| No matter how much money you get
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| You ain’t shit if you ain’t loyal
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| Got a bag and it’s purple, that’s why I’m crown royal
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| You got 4 hunned dollars and I got an ounce for you
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| You got 44 hunned and I got a pound for you
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| Got a 44 mag and about five rounds for you
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| Fuck around and get found drown
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| I’m good on any side, bitch I live down town
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| Who’s bright idea was it to let me get some money
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| Her forehead on my belt, give me head till she belch
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| Nothing but premium, unleaded in the tank
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| And when you seen me, I was headed to the bank
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| Whatchu thank, prolly smelling like dank
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| Tryina quit sippin drank, but a nigga just can’t
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| All I ever wanted was a Chevy with that paint
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| Watch how you talk to me, by the time I feel threatened you see the flame
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| Now my ledgers got larger numbers
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| I started out on the humble
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| Begging the governor for a pardon
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| Read the charges and my heart crumbled
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| Nightmares like every other night, got me speeding through red lights
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| I know I’m jammin like an iPod, shooting dice on them bars
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| Fuck the rhymes, forgot my highpoint
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| Hot to the point, like what’s the point
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| Can’t get no higher, Can’t get no flyer
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| Now it cost like 10 bands to put me on the flyer
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| I go ham, ho go ask my Uncle Samuel
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| I’m no liar, all these stacks I made, my taxes paid
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| Still I slap you in your face like after shave
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| Thank cause we bought it, we won’t mask up. |
| This a masquerade
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| All these bands and I’m off for March, Thought I was at a parade
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| Trash Bag Gang, wrote this rap on behalf of my plate
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| I swear that them young niggas been getting it since way back in the day
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| I ain’t concerned with catching feelings but scared of catching a case |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ides of March , by - Starlito. Song from the album Cold Turkey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп