| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the Grammy
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| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
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| I want a million
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| My diamonds and my bitches come from the water
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| This shit here Meridian
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| I save 100 grams off the top
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| I run with niggas running from the cops
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| We send them things up to Philly
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| Do numbers, it’s silly
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| We get this shit around the clock
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| Used to sell fifty twenties for a knot
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| I got them pretty bitches in here fucking with pimping
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| From East Kentucky up to Grand Rapids, Michigan
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| Wait, we might just be Golden State of the century
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| Shoot these bitches out the gate, is you listening?
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| We too cold, man a nigga we
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| I’m a player first and I’m ‘bout my dividends
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| Might just have your bitch up under the for me
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| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
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| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
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| We ran them sticks like they goin' out of fashion
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| Looking for the action, I’m going through traffic
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| I just made a flip like perfect gymnastics
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| And put ten thousand dollars inside a mattress
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| I just spent ten thousand dollars on passengers
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| Fuck my bitch, man I believe in the Actavis
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| Some fucking reason I’m riding the fashion
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| Free Austin, free
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| Free my nigga Bookie, free my nigga
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| Motherfuck the 12, motherfuck ‘em all
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| These bitches free, needa pay for y’all
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| I don’t catch freebies, I don’t lay with y’all
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| I ain’t got to tell you motherfuckers twice
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| Lookin' at my face, tell ‘em fuck the law
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| I ain’t got to tell you ‘bout the time they hit the spot
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| Bitch you got to drop your fucking drawers
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| No letting you niggas' teams on the ball
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| I was tryna get my team out the yard
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| Serving everything, fiends in and out
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| You was tryna take a bitch to haunted house
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| I ain’t never took a bitch to haunted house
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| I’m a head hunter, I just want the mouth
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| If you see a pussy nigga point him out
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| If you got the money, nigga count it out
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| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
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| Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
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| All about the money, know I got to have it
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| 30 on me any time we out in traffic
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| Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
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| Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
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| This for my dogs, niggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Traffic , by - Trouble. Song from the album Skoobzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп