| Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
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| Shit was all good just a week ago
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| About to start snitchin', ain’t you?
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| Ready to start bitchin', ain’t you?
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| I forgive you, I forgive you
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| Hustlin' just ain’t you
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| If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me
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| 2018, what a fucked-up year for me
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| Take it back to January, nigga lost his father
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| Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne’s first Carter
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| With the speakers blarin', windows down on my McClaren
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| See the wheels and it’s apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin'
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| Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far
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| Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars
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| That was back in June, I missed out on a couple million
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| Gotta get back in tune
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| I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
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| Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
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| Don’t me put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose
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| 'Cause you’ll be in a casket soon
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| Closed tighter than Mac and Tune
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| Another classic with no Jigga verse, it’ll happen soon
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| Go bar-for-bar with Jigga
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| Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer
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| That is not how I die, I seen my death
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| Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
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| Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
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| Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left
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| Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
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| Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
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| Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
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| In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' sides on the hood
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| Gucci flip flops
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| Still listenin'? |
| I want y’all to picture this
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| Me and you tradin' lives, now tell me what the difference is?
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| More money, more problems
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| And more niggas who wanna kill you
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| More empty Patrón bottles
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| And I don’t condone violence but niggas on phone wildin'
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| Niggas on apps cappin', them choppers at full volume
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| I put money on nigga’s books, got houses out foreclosure
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| One call’ll open fire on niggas and force closure
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| I’m too O.G. |
| for this shit
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| Built my career off the rock, Memph' Bleek in this bitch
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| Comin' of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit
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| Get off the phone, stop speakin' and shit
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| Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin' and shit
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| Go to jail, cut a deal, can’t do a week in that bitch
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| That’s why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch
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| Watchin' Narcos, listenin' to The Weeknd and shit
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| And this is not how I die, I seen my death
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| Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
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| Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
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| Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left
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| Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
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| Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
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| Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
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| In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' on the hood
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| Gucci flip flops |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gucci Flip Flops , by - The Game. Song from the album Born 2 Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп