| What Juicy say? |
| He be like
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| Shut the fuck up!
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| Yeah, yeah, hahaha
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| King
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| I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
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| Don’t understand my decisions so I don’t need your approval
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| I’m a motherfuckin' villain, just like you see in the movie
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| But still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino
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| In, pocket full of them C-notes
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| Backroom full that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino
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| And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
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| With bitches thick as Serena, lick it,
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| I see the line between 'em, man, they ain’t actin' a genius
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| Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleaners
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| Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
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| A night, a piece, capisce? |
| Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| Where real niggas move things on private planes
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| I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
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| Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
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| Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
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| Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
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| Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
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| Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
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| Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I’m dealin' with shit
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| And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit
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| I put my bitch out like I’m Martin, in my feelings and shit
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| 'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million, legit, okay
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| Where real niggas move things on private planes
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| And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age
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| Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
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| Sixty-five, with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas
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| Lookin' for me I been suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
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| Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business
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| And drama, we ain’t goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff
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| Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won’t listen to 'em
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| They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve for 'em
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| Ain’t never been a pawn, always been a king
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| And I ain’t never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em
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| All around the riches and diamond rings
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| Where real, niggas move things on private planes
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| I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
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| Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
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| Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
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| Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
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| Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
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| Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hypno , by - T.I.. Song from the album The L.I.B.R.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп