| Yeah
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| So much money you gotta put that shit on a scale, nigga
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| We ain’t never goin' back to being broke
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| One time for all my young niggas in the trenches (Woo)
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| Ain’t chasing a bitch, I’m chasing a dream (You know the routine)
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| Ah, damn, look what a nigga done made of the team (You know the routine)
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| I know why they jealous, I be on the type of stuff they never seen (You know
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| the routine)
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| Whole 'nother level, I shit on them niggas and ain’t even mean it (Whoa, whoa)
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| Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa)
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| Made enough off a old hustle, I don’t even gotta rap (Whoa)
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| Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the
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| routine)
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| Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the
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| routine)
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| Mike Amiri put a hole in my jeans
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| I ain’t playin', in a whole 'nother league
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| Go to Philly, then I go to Reddys
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| Then I get a Rollie, then I meet a bitch
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| And then I get a zip
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| And then I take a dip into her womanness
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| I feel like Carson Wentz
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| I got the wisdom
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| If a nigga sit the bench
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| I got a funny feeling that you niggas fooling
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| Boy, he still the coldest
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| This the moment I come different, yeah
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| Yeah, BAPE, Folarin, no monkey business
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| Can’t H&M us, no
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| Shout out to women in Cape Town
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| Africa’s always a great time
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| Donald said all of us live in huts
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| I tell him, «Dummy, go to Lagos»
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| Oh, you niggas like to play tough?
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| You really hatin' 'cause your pay stub
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| Philly women really chillin' with me
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| Now I really can’t stop sayin' jawn
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| The double-M-G is back, mo'
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| See me with Sneak and with fat boy
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| See, they can sleep on my raps, they have
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| But who really, really can bag hoes? |
| (Whoa, whoa, Folarin, bitch)
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| Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa)
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| Made enough off a old hustle, I don’t even gotta rap (Whoa)
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| Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the
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| routine)
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| Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the
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| routine)
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| You know how we living, I ain’t gotta post it (I don’t)
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| I ain’t even boastin' (Yeah)
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| How many times I gotta tell you 'bout these 'Raris and Wraiths and Ghosts?
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| (Skrrt-skrrt)
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| How many times I gotta tell you that I mob, La Cosa Nostra? |
| (The mob)
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| How many famous bitches do I gotta fuck for the love of the culture?
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| Oh Lord, everything Kosher
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| Came in this bitch with a chip on my shoulder (Whoa)
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| Took it to Vegas (Vegas)
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| I bet it all at the table at poker (Whoa)
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| Just look at they faces (Faces)
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| I know they don’t like how I’m fucking them over (They don’t)
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| These niggas is crazy (Crazy)
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| You never gon' catch me out rockin' a choker (No)
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| I’m on some shit right now, I feelin' lit right now (Lit right now)
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| We catch a snake in the grass, he gettin' clipped right down (Brrt, brrt)
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| I got a hundred in cash, I’m 'bout to spend right now (Spend right now)
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| They try to put me in last, but what do it look like now? |
| (Woo)
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| Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa)
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| Made enough off a old hustle, I don’t even gotta rap (Whoa)
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| Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the
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| routine)
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| Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the
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| routine)
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| Fingerprints on that dope money
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| Healy sent you to a new crib (Huh)
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| Bad bitch speak pig Latin
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| Tussionex with a new seal (Huh)
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| Sticker price with the white bricks
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| Raekwon with the Wu deal (Woo)
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| Slice a pie and we all eat
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| Stick a straw in my cough syrup
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| I don’t fuck with these weirdos
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| Swear to God, it be paranoid
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| Treat a jet like it’s a cab fare
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| Sold a brick, came back for it
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| Your whole clique be your pallbearers
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| R-I-P for a small error
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| Black Phantom, blessed pharaoh
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| Black Bo', rest well (Bo)
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| Collins Ave in a high rise
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| Cocaine white skyline
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| What I labeled a memoir
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| To broke niggas is sci-fi
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| Bad bitch on my sideline
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| Name tatted on five wives
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| Stackin' money like Mayweather
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| And they heard I got nine lives
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| Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa)
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| Made enough off a old hustle, I don’t even gotta rap (Whoa)
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| Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the
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| routine)
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| Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the
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| routine) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Routine , by - Wale. Song from the album Wow... That's Crazy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп