| Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion
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| Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion
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| Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel
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| Count up a whole quarter mil'
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| I remember when I cracked the seal
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| I remember when these niggas peeled
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| Switched, it’s a shame
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| Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes
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| Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane
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| Love, hate, smoke, in the same
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| In the Fisker, switchin' frames
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| Keep it true, we the same
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| How you fuck up the work it’s a shame
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| Caught your hoe and she pull at my Hanes
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| Keep a P or two just for a drought
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| We been havin' this drip like Sarain
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| Keep biscotti wrapped in saran
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| And the double cup filled with the demons
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| Mortal K, kill 'em quick
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| Die slow, he a bitch
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| You a gang, or them niggas you pick
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| Percocet got me wit' a lil' itch
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| He a pussy I chop and he flinch
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| New whip four hunnid' lench
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| .45 burn a nigga up, cristo slide keep it on me young buck
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| John, big gas on me nigga no seeds
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| Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion
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| Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion
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| Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel
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| Count up a whole quarter mil'
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| I remember when I cracked the seal
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| I remember when these niggas peeled
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| Switched, it’s a shame
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| Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes
|
| Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane
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| Love, hate, smoke, in the same
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| In the Fisker, switchin' frames
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| Keep it true, we the same
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| Pop out, rock out
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| Got the Glocks out, we the mops now
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| Hit your hoe put her up on some game
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| Need to rob your nigga for some change
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| Bring it back, then she ready
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| Leave a nigga red like spaghetti
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| Private jets and we ride helis
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| Keep some water like I brought the levee’s
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| Bending corners I can’t need a Chevy
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| Keep a Tesla, on your lawn
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| Pourin' Act' up, in my lawn
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| Rockin' Dolce, at the farm
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| New Gabbana they call me Gambino
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| Keep my hoe in Louboutin all times
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| Bags, yeah, tags, yeah, fashion
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| Put my hoe in Céline in a Mansion
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| Ooh, my bitch she bad, yeah, lovin' the feel
|
| Count up a whole quarter mil'
|
| I remember when I cracked the seal
|
| I remember when these niggas peeled
|
| Switched, it’s a shame
|
| Hop in traffic, we switchin' these lanes
|
| Hit your hoe, think she needed the cane
|
| Love, hate, smoke, in the same
|
| In the Fisker, switchin' frames
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| Keep it true, we the same |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Excuses , by - WARHOL.SS. Song from the album Free Andy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп