| Yeah
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| (Think it’s a game…)
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| Know I deserve this shit, nigga
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| I’m 'posed to be here, nigga
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| You know, uh
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| Yeah, yeah, huh-uh, uh, uh
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| I done doubled up, yeah
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| We gon' uh, uh
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| We gon' fuck shit up, yeah
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| Uh, look
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| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey
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| I done doubled up, hey
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| I done partnered up, yeah
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| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah
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| You still growin' up, hey
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| You done fucked it up, hey
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| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, hey
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I done ran it up, yeah
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| I done doubled up, yeah
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| Prices goin' up, huh
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| I can’t fuck that up, yeah
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| Ay, if I fuck with you
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| Then I fuck with you, yeah
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| I’m gon' buck for you, yeah
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| Put my trust in you, yeah
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| I won’t talk behind your back
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| See that what suckers do, yeah
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| All that back and forth
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| You can’t be my girlfriend too, yeah
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| All her boyfriends too, yeah
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| I go Maybach coupe, yeah
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| We ride Maybach too, yeah
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| Whatever I say, I do, yeah
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| When I say I shoot, yeah
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| I ain’t gotta pay no shooter, yeah
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| We tryna lay on you, heh
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| We ain’t worried 'bout intruders
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| I’ve been off all day
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| But I’m still clocked in
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| Workin' till my heart stops
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| She gon' suck it till her jaw lock
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| I got one hand on my gun, cocked
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| Yeah, if I cut you off, just know it’s your fault, yeah
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| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey
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| I done doubled up, hey
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| I done partnered up, yeah
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| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah
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| You still growin' up, hey
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| You done fucked it up, yeah
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| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I done ran it up, yeah
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| I done doubled up, yeah
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| Prices goin' up, huh
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| I can’t fuck that up, yeah, uh
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| Prices, prices
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| Pussy so good I escape it
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| I done got a Benz, no license
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| Diamonds still bustin' like Tyson
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| Ooh
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| Run it up, double it
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| Ain’t 'bout the money, then I cannot fuck it with
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| Old hunnids havin' dead presidents
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| Fell in love with the money, now I’m stuck with it
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| Come through with the pussy, I’ma fuck it up
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| Kick that bitch out if it ain’t wet enough
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| No rap, no cap, I ran it up
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| You ain’t a buck for a milli up
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| You ain’t to pay them hoes mind
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| AP on my wrist, now them hoes blind
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| Came up, finessin' the whole time
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| Me and Lucci on the same grind
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| Your friends, I fucked them the same time
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| Broke niggas hate from the sideline
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| Kick the cash, no decline
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| I don’t want your bitch, she can’t be mine
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| Boy, put out that Rollie, ain’t cold enough
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| Too many diamonds, they notice us
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| The check come in, I fuck it up
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| Money too tall, it ain’t foldin' up
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| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey
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| I done doubled up, hey
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| I done partnered up, yeah
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| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah
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| You still growin' up, hey
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| You done fucked it up, yeah
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| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, hey
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah
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| I done ran it up, yeah
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| I done doubled up, yeah
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| Prices goin' up, huh
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| I can’t fuck that up, yeah, uh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double Up, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song 3: The Sequel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп