| All my dawgs livin' in Heaven
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| I keep losin' all my friends (Gang)
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| Repercussions come with that dope
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| Don’t tell your business to no ho (Ho)
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| Every day, my life at risk
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| That’s just how the game gon' go
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| I’m Pyrex whippin' (Boo), makin' soda in my kitchen
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| What you flippin'? |
| (Woo, woo)
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| FN on my waist, bitch, what you grippin'? |
| (Hrrt, hrrt)
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| I just poured a eight, bitch, what you sippin'? |
| (Ooh-la-la)
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| Can’t trust none of these hoes, these hoes be trippin' (Woo)
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| These hoes be actin' crazy (Cap)
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| I can’t trust no one no more, that’s how I’m feelin' lately (For real)
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| I been sippin' on some red, it got me feelin' lazy (Ooh)
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| My diamonds always surfin', got me lookin' wavy (Ha)
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| I just bought another chain, my wife think I’m crazy (I am)
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| So I iced out my AK, think I spent like eighty (Woo)
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| 1995, my mother gave birth to a drug dealin' baby
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| First time I sold a drug, I was drivin' in the brand new Mercedes
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| I put coke in the nose (Woo), I am not romantic, baby
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| I won’t buy no rose, you say you’s a rider, hold this coke inside your cameltoe
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| (Hold it)
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| I don’t care 'bout no threats, I leave enemies with bulletholes (Brrt)
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| That’s how it goes (Yeah), that’s how it is (Bitch)
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| This FN hit your body, make your body twitch
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| I grabbed the Pres' and did the re-rock with the brick (Ooh)
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| Diamonds got the flu, they always lookin' sick
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| Think that I’m a lick, I’ma rip the stick (Brrt)
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| Sellin' that dope, doin' my thing (Woo)
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| Ain’t no trust sellin' that 'caine (Uh-huh)
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| All my dawgs livin' in Heaven
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| I keep losin' all my friends (Gang)
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| Repercussions come with that dope
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| Don’t tell your business to no ho (Ho)
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| Every day, my life at risk
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| That’s just how the game gon' go
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| I’m Pyrex whippin' (Boo), makin' soda in my kitchen
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| What you flippin'? |
| (Woo, woo)
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| FN on my waist, bitch, what you grippin'? |
| (Hrrt, hrrt)
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| I just poured a eight, bitch, what you sippin'? |
| (Ooh-la-la)
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| Can’t trust none of these hoes, these hoes be trippin' (Woo)
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| These hoes be trippin', trippin' (Mmm)
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| I’ve been gettin' bread (Woo), I’ve been flippin, flippin' (Flippin')
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| Talkin' all that shit (Lil' boy) could get you missin', missin' (Hrr)
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| I told your ass before, but you ain’t listen, listen (Pussy)
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| I’m in the kitchen, Pyrex whippin', cookin' up a chicken (Woo)
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| Junkies waitin' 'round the corner (Oh yeah?) but this ain’t finger-lickin'
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| Crack and blow, if I catch a charge, my lawyer beat it (Fool)
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| Case closed, pussies talkin' shit, I leave 'em leakin'
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| Out your nose, I just bought a Tommy gun (Oh yeah?)
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| This shit is gold, this ain’t poker, homie, but you know that I would never
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| fold (No)
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| I’m just tryna sit back (Yeah), gotta worry 'bout the payback (Err)
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| Choppa got kickback, brrt, brrt, brrt, take that
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| Sellin' that dope, doin' my thing (Woo)
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| Ain’t no trust sellin' that 'caine (Uh-huh)
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| All my dawgs livin' in Heaven
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| I keep losin' all my friends (Gang)
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| Repercussions come with that dope
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| Don’t tell your business to no ho (Ho)
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| Every day, my life at risk
|
| That’s just how the game gon' go
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| I’m Pyrex whippin' (Boo), makin' soda in my kitchen
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| What you flippin'? |
| (Woo, woo)
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| FN on my waist, bitch, what you grippin'? |
| (Hrrt, hrrt)
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| I just poured a eight, bitch, what you sippin'? |
| (Ooh-la-la)
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| Can’t trust none of these hoes, these hoes be trippin' (Woo) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Selling Dope, artist - Stitches. Album song Married to the Bricks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп