| B.B. Simon belt blingin'
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| Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy
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| Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me
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| Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy
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| Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now
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| Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye
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| Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked
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| Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck
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| Fuck his ho for what
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| Keep this pole for what
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| Hit the store for what
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| Hoppin' out this truck
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| Niggas want woods, finna roll up
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| Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up
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| Choppa rob a nigga, we gon' stop him like a hold up
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| I’m in traffic ridin' 'round wit' Peso we be poured up
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| Deuce or better in this Fanta, nigga don’t you bother me
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| Rollin' this gelato, you know we gon' need all the tree
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| Big chain on my neck bling (Bling bling bling)
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| Rich gang getcha bitch weak
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| I dropped 8 lines and lost faith (Lost faith)
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| Real trap nigga my racks never shrink
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| Check my insta I got drip on me now (Drip now)
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| I’m in the pot, Saint Laurent, neck down
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| Givenchy on that ho I bet I pipe her down (Bet I hit)
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| I lift my wrist up on two cups right now
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| I hit my DMs, yo bitch in it now
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| It’s 12 PM, on two of 'em now
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| Fuck the Motorsport I have to toast up wit' my niggas
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| It’s fear God but I know God gon' forgive a killer
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| I bussdown Rollie’s and count up for my potential
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| It’s detrimental, get some money, they don’t feel you (They don’t understand)
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| I want my nigga Warhol play wit' dem my kids (Play wit' our kids)
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| I pour more codeine so ion gotta feel it
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| Shoot at 12, kill yo ass in a whistle
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| It ain’t no talkin' to zip the bag 'n I don’t miss
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| If that’s my nigga then I pour that Actavis
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| Upgrade my income, I dropped it in the trenches (In the trenches)
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| B.B. Simon belt blingin'
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| Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy
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| Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me
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| Baby don’t be shy I want it sloppy
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| Picture perfect nigga, I got drip on me now
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| Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye
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| Keep the fire nigga, don’t you test it 'cause it’s tucked
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| Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck
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| Fuck his ho for what
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| Keep this pole for what
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| Hit the store for what
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| Hoppin' out this truck
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| Niggas want woods, finna roll up
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| Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For What , by - WARHOL.SS. Song from the album Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп