| Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
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| Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
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| Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
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| Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
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| And you ain’t built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Fuck nigga, what you want? |
| Huh (What you want?)
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| Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
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| I just need to know, is it truly smoke? |
| (Truly smoke)
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| Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
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| To bust shots at the opposition
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| Pussy nigga, you ain’t really in the right position
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| To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
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| She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
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| Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
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| Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
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| Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
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| You can get hit up
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| Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
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| Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
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| Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
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| Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
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| And you ain’t built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
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| This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
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| Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
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| Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
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| Boy be telling, yeah, can’t fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
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| Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
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| Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
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| Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
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| It’s a Glock .40
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| Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
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| Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
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| Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
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| Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
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| And you ain’t built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything BoZ , by - Trippie Redd. Song from the album !, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп