| Squat made the beat
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| Money, power, respect
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| That’s shit you gotta die for, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Look, yellow-gold VV, saw her with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me, no, it wasn’t for me
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| I start kickin' doors, got tired of sellin' weed, start sellin' me dreams
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| Oh, yellow-gold VV, saw 'em with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me
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| Oh-oh, been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me (Oh-oh)
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| Look, I had to sell dope and rob, I ain’t have no job
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| I was so impatient, somewhat taken, I know that time was hard
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| I just want you to pray for me, baby, I just beat the odds
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| Lately, I just been thankin' God, certain shit I just can’t avoid
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| I’ma need an eight-car garage, all my cars push-button to start
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| All my cars push-button, they park, Audemars, I got three in all
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| I just hope they free my dawgs (Free my dawgs)
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| Man, you know you don’t eat, you gon' starve
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| What, you not a believer, dawg? |
| How you shit on your people, dawg? |
| (That's lame)
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| Better go hit a lick or somethin', what you scared 'bout a bitch for?
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| We used to bust down 36th, now I gotta bust down 36th, nigga
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| Another touchdown, now we lit (Yeah)
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| Yeah, uh, stuff a seven in the blunt, call it Michael Vick
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| Back then, we were fucked up, now it’s lit
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| Look, yellow-gold VV, saw her with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me, no, it wasn’t for me
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| I start kickin' doors, got tired of sellin' weed, start sellin' me dreams
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| Oh, yellow-gold VV, saw 'em with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me
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| Oh-oh, been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me
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| Yeah, look
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| We been pourin' red now, my nigga dead now
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| I can’t hold my head down, we gettin' bread now (No)
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| We count our bed out, ha, Versace every towel
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| Ayy, bro, the world is ours, my name all in they mouth
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| My family keep me grounded, face shit keep me from ramblin'
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| Hatin' ain’t get you found yet, VVS on me, I’m drownin'
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| Got her wet, she scream, «I'm drownin'»
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| I can’t leave without it, I can’t walk in without it
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| They can’t hop into my shit, yeah
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| I been on my grind for so long
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| Workin' on my own shit, niggas try and clone me
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| I’ve been tryin' not to lose it
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| I’ve been tryin' not to lose it, yeah (Yellow-gold)
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| Look, yellow-gold VV, saw her with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me, no, it wasn’t for me
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| I start kickin' doors, got tired of sellin' weed, start sellin' me dreams
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| Oh, yellow-gold VV, saw 'em with the BB
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| Growin' up, used to wanna be a dope boy, all these dope fiends
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| Been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me (No)
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| Oh-oh, been broke, knew that wasn’t the life for me (For me)
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| (Yeah-yeah, uh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song VVS , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп