| Count a cool two mill' without breakin' sweats
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| Bitch I’m always fuckin' flexin', wearin' gold Rolex
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| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
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| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
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| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
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| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
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| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
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| Count a cool two mill' without breakin' sweats
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| Bitch I’m always fuckin' flexin', wearin' gold Rolex
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| Chinnin' through this work, I don’t have to bench press
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| When it come to white, my dawgs always love to flex (FLEX)
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| You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (banana)
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| Run up in my stash then your mama gon' miss you
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| Stay up on my grizzle, thumbin' through a check (okay)
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| Stay a real nigga, I’m a put it on my set
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| Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
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| Nigga disrespect me, I’ll just leave his ass wet
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| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
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| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
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| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
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| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| He ain’t never been scared to a hundred on his head
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| Cash — dead bastard, what his son is
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| That’s your ass if I catch you slippin', with my gun it’s…
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| Black mask, I’m always fuckin' hangin' with the robbers
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| Thumbin' through the bands, I be doin' it (you know)
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| I’m a real nigga, bitch, break yo fuckin' back
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| You a pussy nigga, you don’t want no get back
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| I got raw, bounced back, gotta live with that
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| Same situation, get it how you live, bitch
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| Worth a couple of commas, you ain’t even average
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| I’m flexin', Randy Savage
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| Free my nigga Boosie, I’m a fuckin' savage
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| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
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| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
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| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
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| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
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| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check
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| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Do Golds , by - Waka Flocka. Song from the album Dreads n' Golds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп