| Yeah, ayy, uh
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| Yeah
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| Look, the way that ice wrapped 'round my wrist, you’d think my shit hurt
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| Remember sellin' dimebags for a nickel
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| If they ain’t from over here, you know bro 'nem might strip them
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| Could you believe I came up rappin' on instrumentals?
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| One hand on my pistol, money on my mental
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| I like bitches with dimples, with piercings in their nipples
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| Smoke a zip with Milk Dud, then eat you like a Milk Dud
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| Bitch, I need my dick rubbed, then you just might get up
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| Remember trappin' in them hallways just to get up
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| Now my house got long hallways and elevators
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| Yeah, we used to hit shit up, used to get your shit tucked
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| Look, thought we weren’t gon' pull up (Yeah)
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| Now you niggas shook up (Yeah)
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| Used to wonder how a million dollars feel
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| Now my mama got a million dollar crib
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| Look, used to see where we grew up
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| Used to dream, Martin Luther
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| Sing to her like I’m Luther, growin' pain, but we grew up
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| Know they hatin', we gon' do us, at The Flame at like two somethin'
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| Know we came with 'bout two somethin', Glock 40, I got two of 'em
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| My palms itchin' too, mom, I went and got my crew some
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| On a lot of pain pills, man, I swear I’m too numb, yeah
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| Stiff on a bitch, on my dick she left her lipstick
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| Whole lot of drank, we on meds like I’m too sick
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| Shout out Gudda, bitch, we goin' in like it’s past six
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| Try and take, three, two, one, blast it
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| I got a bitch in south Florida, she get nasty
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| I ain’t gon' lie, she too fire, she do mad tricks
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| And when we fly, when we land, we do mansion (We got paper now, nigga)
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| Private party, you can’t even get your man in
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| Girl, why you teasin'? |
| Why you sleepin' with your panties?
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| Girl, I’m tryna eat you, tryna treat you like some candy
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| Look, treat you like we married (Stop playin')
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| And yeah, that dress looks good, but even better when you ain’t wearin' it
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| Uh, used to wonder how a million dollars feel
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| Now my mama got a million dollar crib
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| Look, used to see where we grew up
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| All my life, shit been screwed up
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| Court cases, they locked Ju up
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| Free Canon and Lil' Q-Dog
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| They court and he gon' do y’all
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| I can’t keep missin' their calls
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| Gotta get 'em a new phone
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| I pray that they all call home
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| Give a fuck…
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| Give a fuck…
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| I swear I can’t wait 'til we ain’t gotta hurt no more
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| Oh, yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| Used to wonder how a million dollars feel
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| Now my mama got a million dollar crib (Million dollar crib)
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| We made it, made it far
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| They never knew that we had it in our heart
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| Used to wonder how a million dollars feel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Used To, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song 650Luc, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп