| I’m like Ray Charles sitting courtside, I can’t see the game
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| These rappers get deals that need to change
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| Too much carrying like Aaliyah’s plane
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| I’m in the jungle cutting trees and things
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| Army fatigue pants, hat on, where it’s ten for a key of caine
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| It’s a bigger picture, you don’t need a frame
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| On the road to riches for a minute but just starting to see the lane
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| From linux ave to Cedar lane
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| I know niggas that get it fast and heed a bang
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| Freeze the Muller, dining at Peter Luger
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| Large platter under the napkin I keep the ruger
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| Cigar tapping, ashes is dropping, speaking to shooters
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| Were schooled to the game by street teachers and tutors
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| Jail preachers and movers
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| OG’s I make em proud
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| Enough to go wholesale but I’mma break em down
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| Take a pound leave out the back and don’t make a sound
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| Bout to shake the crowd, so y’all can start the hating now
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| Ballin' you not
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| You ain’t getting money stop
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| Where your work at on the block?
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| Who you got pumping the rock?
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| Thought you was sitting on the top
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| See me shitting in the drop
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| How I’m living you can watch
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| Trap all day trap all night
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| Money in the bank when that crack all white
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| Front around me, get clapped on sight
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| High top airs, got em black on white
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| Hat on right, tilt on the waves
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| All white xj got milk? |
| on the plates
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| Know some real dudes that’ll kill for the yay
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| Clip spray, get your whole chest filled with the k
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| Still to the day, niggas need to hate
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| Just came from the A
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| Did a part with Lisa Ray
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| Little light joint you can still see my face real quick
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| Hand shake then me n flee leave the place
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| High-speed chase, yellow canary charm
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| In a Carrera 4, I got my Carreras on
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| Greeting me at the door, she naked don’t wear a thong
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| Tatted from ear to arm, the neighbors can hear her yawn
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| Ballin' you not
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| You ain’t getting money stop
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| Where your work at on the block?
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| Who you got pumping the rock?
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| Thought you was sitting on the top
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| See me shitting in the drop
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| How I’m living you can watch
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| Lock doors when I step in stores
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| Damier checkerboard
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| Dough I collect like I’m waiting for you to accept a call
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| Your metaphors like old ladies menopause
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| Never thought you was real anyway like Santa Clause
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| You need to get up and do something baby boy
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| Word to ma every morning I heard that lady’s voice
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| Kept bud and guns that made a crazy noise
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| My next car all red like most of baby toys
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| Gat fully aimed sluggers
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| See me with little wearer’s hat, hoody same color
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| Pretty boy on the low black skully waves under
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| Tom Cruise in the v speeding thru days of thunder
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| Blow haze and wonder like who the next nigga?
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| It gotta be me, hands down I accept nigga
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| It was your catch but yeah I intercept niggas
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| Thought they was reppin the Bronx the way I x niggas
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| Ballin' you not
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| You ain’t getting money stop
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| Where your work at on the block?
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| Who you got pumping the rock?
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| Thought you was sitting on the top
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| See me shitting in the drop
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| How I’m living you can watch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Greatest , by - Vado. Song from the album Slime Flu, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп