| Big house, four whips, hella tattoos
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| Smoke good and your bitch think I’m bad news
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| Bout to go nuts nigga, cashews
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| Promoter asked me if I’m booked
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| I say I’m past due
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| Maserati look mean and it’s fast too
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| Cinderella bout to get that bitch some glass shoes
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| Niggas acting mushy like cat food
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| Niggas acting pussy like cats do
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| Get a little money nigga, that’s cool
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| But put your niggas on, then you really that dude
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| Smoking two Ls, living large
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| See my watch and wanna know how much it really cost
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| AP that’s an Audemars
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| Agents calling, bitch I’m balling like I’m Stoudemire
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| Store running out of papers cause I bought em all
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| Niggas claiming that they Taylors but they not at all
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| Not far from the tree thats where the apple fall
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| Say the wrong words, guys knock your apple off
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| No sweetener straight apple sauce
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| Doing movie roles, rapper slash actor dog
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| I’m not a star, somebody lied
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| I’m rolling weed up in my car
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| And getting high
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| If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix
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| Butt-ass naked covered in all bad bitches
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| Chevy
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| I’m praying for you niggas
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| I put that on my Rosary
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| Flash like diamonds, tell me what you tryna see
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| Us high beams, this just a pinky though
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| Washing machine work, I keep a couple loads
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| Foreign bitch, she don’t even talk
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| She just drop the money off and got a sexy walk
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| 365, no days off
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| Shit I’m the reason they say hard work pays off
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| Twenty-eight to fifty-six is what I learn first
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| Parks Bonifay, you see just how that work surf
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| Oh I’m some big shit, Notorious
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| Get you some gunplay basterd inglourious
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| I got the top chopped off riding Ichobad
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| Head riding shotgun, oh that’s your broad
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| Bright lights, dead Charley
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| Ignorant white, Bill O’Reilly
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| I’m kinda high
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| They looking for me, I was probably in the sky
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| I’m always fried when I hop in that double S
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| I can be there in a minute
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| Pepsi blue, I’m the ice cube riding in it
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| Lightly tinted, I be ghost
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| Blowing smoke, calling them bitches up
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| Dick em down when I pick em up
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| Never keep em close
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| Hit em and then I switch em up
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| Audemars bruh, Wizzles riding in Pick up trucks
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| Riding puff bus, tough luck you dumb fucks
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| Never came up, while we riding on planes bruh
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| Yeah we counting hundreds
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| A lot of hundreds, these niggas know that we run it
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| We never blunted
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| Smoking them raws cause we raw
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| Never flaw, fly as you ever saw
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| Real life we riding real cars
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| Hustle hard for muscle cars
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| Fuck the best broads
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| Blowing O’s at all cost
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| Natural born stars, what they saying, yeah
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| Taylor Gang Or Die
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| Wizzle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chuck , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album Amber Kush, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп