| I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
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| I found it was fake and started hustlin'
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| Momma told me if you put the muscle in
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| You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
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| Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
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| You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
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| Call it M&Ms, M&M
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| Chinchilla on, it’s a hundred degrees
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| All this ice on, body on freeze
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| Came up runnin' from the police
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| Now I got the M&Ms, I tell the pig freeze
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| Remember bad bitches used to want me spendin' cheese
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| Now I’m on TV, I get the pussy just for free
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| And I like my money straight no perm just for me
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| If you try to catch up with me, yeah I’m out your league
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| Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed
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| I took your hoe and had to put her on her knees
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| Row your boat, her mouth is water like the sea
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| The pussy got me sea-sick, I need some Dramamine
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| Offset, my dreams was drivin' the Phantom
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| In reality I was just trappin'
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| All the robberies and the kidnappin'
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| It’s a dirty game, you need a napkin
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| When you got millions, they’ll try to assassin
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| When it come to music, got a passion
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| We legendary, not the average
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| Takeoff
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| All of my niggas had dreams, I put on my Louboutin, in red carpet scene
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| On the block, tryna' make some work, had to sort the fiend
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| Had to pick the pot, Billie Jean
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| I was a regular nigga, now people call me a celebrity nigga
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| Walkin' around with the M&M, M&M niggas
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| They call me a decimal nigga
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| Feeling like Peter Piper walkin' around with 'em peppers
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| I might go and pet me a nigga
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| Pull up in the Bentley with bulletproof windows
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| Migos sellin' out the Staples center
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| My homies told me stop being modest and stunt a lil'
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| Cause most of these rappers just rap, and they never touch a mil
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| I’m just being honest, cuz God, he done made us prophets
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| To profit, no other option, my pockets is on Uncle Phil
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| Bitches audition for me, I keep her runnin' drills
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| Ain’t no controllin' these hoes, the dome is mentally ill
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| Death to the enemy, ain’t no rest til the death of me
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| Got it locked, penitentiary
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| Money mountains, Beverly Hills
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| Woah, it’s Mac of all trades
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| Anything you all need shit I have it all day
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| It’s big cash small change, goin' fast in all lanes
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| They was sleepin' on me, but I got 'em Adderall wake now
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| There’s no denying me, bonified fire every time I speak the champ
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| One man dynasty, walk
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| Why you so sensitive, feminine
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| I’ve arrived, let me in motherfucker
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| Gotdamn
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| I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
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| I found it was fake and started hustlin'
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| Momma told me if you put the muscle in
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| You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
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| Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
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| You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
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| Call it M&Ms, M&M |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jabroni , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album Rapper's Best Friend 4: An Instrumental Series, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп