| They ain’t bout a dolla? |
| I ain’t tryin' to holla
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| '96 Impala buckets under that
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| On automatic status, we ain’t havin' none of that
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| Hey watch it partna, stay out my lane
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| Everybody fuckin' with my campaign
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| Get dough or get lost, shawty always
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| Like Dro say, ho fuck with me the long way
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| And I deliver long john son, I don’t play
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| Poppin' out before the sun come, I don’t stay
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| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
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| That’s why I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth (yeah)
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| I’m goin' in, finna spazz out
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| A nigga got a problem, we can air it out
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| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
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| That’s why I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth
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| Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth
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| Goin' in, ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth
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| Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth
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| Pockets on loud mouth, pockets on loud mouth (yeah)
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| Woke up this morning with a bank roll
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| I be gettin' head like a Kangoo
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| Got your girl sellin' pussy to my tango
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| What, she so wet, think I’m gonna need a rain coat
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| On 285 doing 85!
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| Couple hoes in my stable, time to stabilize
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| Check the time, I better say mine bitches
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| Need a sign on my dick that say «Fine Bitches»
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| And you know I’m throwed like five pitchers
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| And you know I’m high like five Swishas
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| Jay’s used to say «what up Slim?»
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| Cause they know I’m known to make that work cartwheel
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| Hot wheel, hot steel, ride around my block still
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| Even if it’s winter time, I’m ridin' in a drop still
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| You don’t have an idea of the life that I live
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| Pockets so loud, got them bitches doin' adlibs
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| I’m goin' in, finna spazz out
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| Nigga got a problem, we can air it out
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| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
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| So I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth
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| Back on my 1−2 nigga, ace — deuce
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| Feds try to crucify me, call me Jesús
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| Get it straight dude, I ain’t with that nonsense
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| Bank rolls like a bad bitch whippin' on mint
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| No joystickin' nothin' over here dog
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| So ain’t no playin' me at all, let’s be clear dog
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| I’m raw as ever, flawless never
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| Just-a flyin' big and bad, tough as leather, eatin' better
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| Somebody better tell 'em
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| 'Fore that tré cinco seven hit they cerebellum
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| Hey they say bullshit walk and cash talk
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| That’s why I’m ridin' I’m goin' in, finna spazz out
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| Nigga got a problem, we can air it out
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| They say bullshit walk, and cash talk
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| So I’m ridin' out, pockets on loud mouth |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loud Mouth , by - T.I.. Song from the album Can't Kill the King, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп