| Fresh white tee, fresh car wash
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| Summertime hood niggas look like stars
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| Jewelry drip, fresh white Airs
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| Mami shake it up, keep your ass right there
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| (Ohhh can you believe it?)
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| My man got liquor and my cup’s right here
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| I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here
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| Nigga pass that, Capri pants
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| With the waist cut off, I wanna smash that
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| (Ohhh can you believe it?)
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| Party and pack, minglin baby
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| Knockin LL shit, you jinglin', baby?
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| Back your ass up or I’ma start tinglin baby
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| We can have more fun than Ringaling baby
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| (Ohhh can you believe it?)
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| P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it
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| Nigga don’t cuff it if you ain’t in love with it
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| Matter fact let your grub get it
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| Please don’t hate cause at least you can say you was with it
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| Can you believe it?
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| I take a little a break and get off the streets
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| Clear my mind from the shit I see
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| In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed
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| That’s when it really dawned on me
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| That I’mma be here for life, ain’t never gon' leave
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| The ghetto’s all that I know
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| It’s just another day in the hood my nigga
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| Layin back trying get this dough
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| Yellin out ohhh-ohhhh
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| All up in the club and you know how we roll
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| Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh
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| Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll
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| I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh
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| Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control
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| Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh
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| Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; |
| can you believe It?
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| Big-ass truck, brand new rims
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| Tanktop Yankee, tanned out Timbs
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| Bracelet, chain, fronts popped in
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| New tattoos, new black shoes
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| (Hey, can you believe it?)
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| Gucci, Urbes, we do that too
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| Wanna feel the breeze get a new black Coupe
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| Nigga drop the top, come through the hood
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| Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot
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| (Ohhh can you believe it?)
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| Linen outfits, all on the bus
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| Cause none of us can see a summer without trips
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| Mad hot so the little boys might bother you
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| But they all act good if the hood bother you
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| Basketball tournaments, pitbull pups
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| Ladies in the club pourin Crist' in cups
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| Niggas in the jail callin home on the phone (cause they «Locked Up»)
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| But you still tryin to act like ain’t shit rough
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| Mad cyphers in the park, mad fights in the park
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| Niggas talk how they run every night from the NARC’s
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| Outside from the light to the dark, then the dark to the light
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| I wanna smoke but I could search for my life
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| Can you believe it? |
| I done spent ten again
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| Wtching her bend again, dancin for many men
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| Tell me have ever thought of gettin in
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| In a room full of Konvicts and D-Block militants
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| They’ll show you the time of your life
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| You can occupy my passenger side
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| Introduce you to the street life
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| Watch you fall in love after just one night
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| Ohhh-ohhhh
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| All up in the club and you know how we roll
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| Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh
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| Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll
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| I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh
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| Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control
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| Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh
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| Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; |
| can you believe It?
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| + (Akon)
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| Can you believe it? |
| (Can you believe it?)
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| (Can you believe it?) Lil' Jon, Akon, S.P. the Ghost
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| Feel what we tryin to do (Can you believe it?)
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| Can you believe it, hahahaha~!
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| (Can you believe it?) (Can you believe it?) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can You Believe It, artist - Styles P. Album song Time Is Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп