| Never gon' fall on my job
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| go real real hard
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| Never gon' turn on my dogs
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| Everything I do for me and my squad
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| Shorty keep calling my phone
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| Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
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| Papers or out of a bong
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| Everything I smoke real real strong
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| I don’t get regular dome
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| Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
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| I don’t do nothing but cones
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| Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
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| I’m in the building, I’m with the millions
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| More than a little bit
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| I’m rolling more than a little bit bro
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| I did a real big show
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| I made a lil bit of growth
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| Young but I still get dough
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| My niggas still kick doors
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| Y’all niggas still rent yours
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| My shit is all paid for
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| Hop in the car, take off
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| Get a new broad, smash off
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| I just got all cash, dog
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| I’m rich a paycheck
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| Came straight to the top from the basement
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| My time is money, got 'em wasted
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| I’m rolling weed up and she taste it
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| You prolly end up where my place is
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| Pulled up with a bag full of faces
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| Full of faces
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| Full of faces
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| Now she look in amazement
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| Never gon' fall on my job
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| go real real hard
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| Never gon' turn on my dogs
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| Everything I do for me and my squad
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| Shorty keep calling my phone
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| Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
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| Papers or out of a bong
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| Everything I smoke real real strong
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| I don’t get regular dome
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| Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
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| I don’t do nothing but cones
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| Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
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| I’m in the building, I’m with the millions
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| More than a little bit
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| I’m rolling more than a little bit bro
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| Yeah, I know the Hills feel good
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| But so what, I’m still real hood
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| She told me the pill still good
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| You don’t have to squeal, it feels good, yeah
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| Adderall pills feel good, yeah
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| I know they would kill for a bill, yeah
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| Made a couple million off the deal, yeah
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| But I’m still in my hood, yeah
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| Drop top Coup in my hood, yeah
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| I get money, I’m good, yeah
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| I break hearts but I’m in love, yeah
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| Superbad like McLovin
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| I’m so good at switching subjects
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| I count up and make 'em upset
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| Purple
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| Purple drink, got syrup on deck
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| Everything that I said, she probably don’t care
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| I’m only thinking about you 'cause you’re not here
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| And I came in a Lamborghini, it ain’t fair
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| New jeans, probably got a hundred damn pairs
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| Hoodie on, trust me it’s a nightmare
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| Put a on his ass 'cause I don’t fight fair
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| Putting on my glove, feelin' like Mike yeah
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| Never gon' fall on my job
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| go real real hard
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| Never gon' turn on my dogs
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| Everything I do for me and my squad
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| Shorty keep calling my phone
|
| Thinking I want her but we don’t get along
|
| Papers or out of a bong
|
| Everything I smoke real real strong
|
| I don’t get regular dome
|
| Come to my crib, that’s a real big home
|
| I don’t do nothing but cones
|
| Hit the weed once and you will get stoned
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| I’m in the building, I’m with the millions
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| More than a little bit
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| I’m rolling more than a little bit bro
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Millions , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album The Saga of Wiz Khalifa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп