| No, we not going out sad
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| These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
| (That why they mad)
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| Playing the games, you get smashed
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| We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag
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| I paid the dealer with cash
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| Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt)
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| Oh, that’s your ho? |
| Well, I smashed
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| Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
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| Walk in the mall with them racks
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| And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
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| Diamonds on me and they dancin'
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| They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash
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| Walk in that bitch like a popstar
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| Strum the guitar like a rockstar
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| Smoking OG like a Rasta
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| Poppin' some .30, my pistol
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| These niggas pussy, no, they ain’t official (They ain’t official)
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| Rollie wrist sittin' on AP
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| Gang wanna side, leave a nigga like eight feet (Nigga like eight feet)
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| Riding, sipping on
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| Smoking OG, boy, I’m high as a pilot
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| I cannot move 'less I get a deposit
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| Sliding Ducati, told lil' ho «Just ride it»
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| Where that nigga? |
| They can’t find me
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| Ride Maybach, four Suburbans behind me
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| Chop up the brick, feel like residue soft
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| Whipping the hard, to coke or the chalk
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| Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga)
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| Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real)
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| I’ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
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| Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
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| No, we not going out sad
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| These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
| (That why they mad)
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| Playing the games, you get smashed
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| We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag
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| I paid the dealer with cash
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| Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt)
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| Oh, that’s your ho? |
| Well, I smashed
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| Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
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| Walk in the mall with them racks
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| And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
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| Diamonds on me and they dancin'
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| They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash
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| bitch, yeah, yeah
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| on the plug, in the (Pablo)
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| Diamond, they hittin' like they box (Damn)
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| You a copy, you be lyin' (You a copy)
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| So much drip, gotta mop it (Drip, drip)
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| I’m rockin' Gucci, I don’t wear Armani (I'm in the Gucci)
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| I hit that pussy, it smell like Dasani
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| AP, that’s that perfect timing (AP bust down)
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| All I really want is money (I want the money)
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| Still servin' on a Sunday (Still servin' on a Sunday)
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| Rockin' Off-White, I don’t wear Tommy (Off-White)
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| Shittin' on niggas like I fucked up my stomach (I fucked up my stomach)
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| I got a bitch named London from London (London)
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| Lil' nigga, I make somethin' out of nothing (Lil' nigga)
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| I’m on that chase for that paper, I’m running (Gimme that)
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| These niggas some clowns, they really be funny (Haha)
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| Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' nigga)
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| Real niggas do what they wanna do (Real)
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| I’ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
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| Pour that shit up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
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| No, we not going out sad
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| These niggas broke and fucked up, why they mad? |
| (That why they mad)
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| Playing the games, you get smashed
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| We leave a nigga’s lil' toe with a tag
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| I paid the dealer with cash
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| Pulled out the light and I didn’t have a tag (Skrrt)
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| Oh, that’s your ho? |
| Well, I smashed
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| Fucked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
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| Walk in the mall with them racks
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| And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
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| Diamonds on me and they dancin'
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| They takin' pictures, I don’t need a flash |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do What I Want , by - WARHOL.SS. Song from the album Chest Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп