| I can’t lie
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| I go up
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| I turn up with all my niggas
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| We like bitches
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| I mean women
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| We pop bottles
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| They roll up
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| Same old shit
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| Swear this life is everlasting
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| People tell me that I’m different
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| Don’t look at me like I’m tripping
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| I’m grown up
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| Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
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| Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
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| Some days I just wanna do me, babe
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| I’m back on my shit again
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| I’m going in again
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| Let’s go for the win again
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| I do what I feel like whenever I feel like
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| I might fuck your bitch again
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| I might drop the top on the whip again
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| Broke niggas thinking they rich again
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| With all of this money I’m making, hoe I think that I’m Mitch again
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| Yeah, I gotta Snapchat this
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| I need some niggas I can backtrack with
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| Fuck the fake shit, y’all can have that shit
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| Don’t cuff that hoe, nigga, pass that bitch
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| Y’all had that bitch
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| Hide the money, don’t flash that shit
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| Got a pistol in the car right now
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| My own niggas don’t even know I have that shit
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| Yeah, when you work for yourself
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| Got your Mondays feeling like your Fridays
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| Living in the fast lane
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| Trying to do a buck forty in the driveway
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| I might just have me a water
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| I got to feel like the water
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| Can’t fuck around
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| Let’s go all in
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| Late nights
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| They saying good morning
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| I can’t lie
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| I go up
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| I turn up with all my niggas
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| We like bitches
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| I mean women
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| We pop bottles
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| They roll up
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| Same old shit
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| Swear this life is everlasting
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| People tell me that I’m different
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| Don’t look at me like I’m tripping
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| I’m grown up
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| Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
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| Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
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| Some days I just wanna do me babe
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| You ain’t gotta listen to me
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| I notice I’m not your man
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| No, I do not give a damn
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| And if we ain’t on good terms
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| You can not ride with my fam
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| You can’t say hi to my fam
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| Just say goodbye to my fam
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| Won’t let you lie to my fam
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| Cause you ain’t gone die for my fam
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| You ain’t at the table to break down the pie for my fam
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| First class flying
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| Chilling with the pilot
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| Switch climates
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| Got a tenant that can buy it
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| She wanna buy it and buy it just wanna buy it
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| Everything for the sale
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| Come and try it
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| Higher the volume
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| Wu-Tang trying
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| Head working
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| Hell yeah nigga fire
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| He say I ain’t the god
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| Then that nigga lying
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| I said I’m the god not God
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| Nigga, I am
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| A legend a legend
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| I say that I say that
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| I meant it
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| My partner he just caught a sentence
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| All my niggas with me with them racks and playing tennis
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| Just got back from Houston they no longer ride on spinners
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| Pull up in that sprinter nigga looking like it’s rented
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| Beamer coupe I don’t get along with the ceiling
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| I ain’t really fucking with the songs I don’t feel it
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| I can’t lie
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| I go up
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| I turn up with all my niggas
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| We like bitches
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| I mean women
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| We pop bottles
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| They roll up
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| Same old shit
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| Swear this life is everlasting
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| People tell me that I’m different
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| Don’t look at me like I’m tripping
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| I’m grown up
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| Sometimes I just wanna live cliche
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| Sometimes a nigga wanna be cliche
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| Some days I just wanna do me, babe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cliche , by - Sy Ari Da Kid. Song from the album 2 Weeks No Diss, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп