| You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
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| You want the face, on that Rolex shinin like the stars
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| Don’t worry mayne, you could get it mayne
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| (If you look in the sky and you don’t see your dream)
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| (Man don’t feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it)
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| Now hear the words that I flow when I spit
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| I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit
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| But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split
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| Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick
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| It’s on — ain’t nuttin gon' stop us now
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| Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now
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| Spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise
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| But they always get into it with the jump out boys
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| And why? |
| Take a look at all the people that got dubs
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| You ain’t legitimate, you out here servin them rocks up
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| I know you want the radio and screens to pop up
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| But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up
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| Know the difference between real and fake
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| Flipping work is just like flipping real estate
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| Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take
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| Cause I know
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| Uh, one time for my niggas on the corner
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| With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
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| Uh, two times for my niggas with they hands in the air
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| Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot
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| Yes — I know that puzzle
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| Niggas at each other thinkin they will bust you
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| The bang is the same even if it’s muffled
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| But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you
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| He’s cold in your arms, but you ain’t gon' be foldin your arms
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| You gon' be lowered in your arms
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| Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
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| You’re smokin your life away
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| Look at me, big car big house big jewels
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| All that came out my backpack
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| You ain’t gon' do it, it ain’t gon' work, you ain’t gon' prove it
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| Even though that hurt, I just skated past that
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| Look — everybody got dreams about ki’s
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| Chains full of ice with S after the V’s
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| Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B’s
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| Dangling your feet in Santorini breeze
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| Make a virtual picture, and spin around
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| That ain’t it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
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| Never try to grab your ankle nigga we’ll kick 'em down
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| Focus up, we gotta hit it now
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| Bruh when your cell goes clink, that’s when you forfeit
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| All them dreams, all that divorce it
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| You ain’t even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
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| This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up
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| Ha ha… wait
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| My nigga open yo' mind, mind
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| Aren’t you ready to go?
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| All of my fears inside, side
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| Let 'em blow like 'dro
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| Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don’t wanna go to prison
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| I make the decision to get liver
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| Reminiscin as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac
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| While I envision my ambitions as a rider
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| Listen to Pharrell spit to the track
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| Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back
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| I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
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| I ain’t speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c’mon
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| If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
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| Better ride when you roll with the crew
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| Take a listen for the bub hit the bud
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| When you hear this in the club then you know what to do
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| Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track
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| Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac
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| Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back
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| And know you
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| Ha ha… wait
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| My nigga open yo' mind, mind
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| Aren’t you ready to go?
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| All of my fears inside, side
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| Let 'em blow like 'dro
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| Ha ha… wait
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| Ha ha… wait |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lavish , by - Twista. Song from the album The Day After, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп