| Look, now and days my money longer than Pinocchio, nose
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| I remember when we used to fold, fold
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| I gotta hunnid ways to get the dough
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| Trick a nigga out his jewelry boy you been a hoe
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| R.I.P my nigga Pat from the N. O
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| I just gotta stay strapped that’s me M. O
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| I ain’t never learn how to adapt around no weirdos
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| We gone turn yo big homie, bitch you took willow
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| He ain’t gone let me get my rocks off what you here foe
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| Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
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| Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
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| Fell in love with strip club cause of Kilo
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| Nasty dime, they said they want smoke why you asking for cancer
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| Pull up in a ghost I need to name this bit Casper
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| You ain’t never sold soap but you claim you a trapper
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| Every opp hoe I done had her
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| Someone sticking dick in her bladder
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| See a crown vic we skiddadle
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| See a opp bitch we get active
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| Hit a top pick we gone draft him
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| Nah I ain’t gotta get up outta character
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| Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
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| Now I gotta closet full of old money
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| Used to be my dog now you dissing niggas, so funny
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| I was gone let that shit live but you know what
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| They said we hit up they crib nigga so what
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| I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
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| It ain’t nun to get a nigga zipped and you know it
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| That sticks got some tits on that bitch and it’s going
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| Name a strand off yo home boy
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| All that pain I got no heart
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| We put K’s in our goyard
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| Cartier frames I look so smart
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| First day she came I got brain that bit so smart
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| Drive a hurricane in the rain like a go kart
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| Fuck her til she came on the gang I’m a pornstar
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| Look never used to own star, I know that I’m going far
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| Never used the long
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| Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
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| Once you crossed the line, then that’s where you standing
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| I got murder on my mind I’m just saying but I’m tryna get rich as I can
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| I can’t be tripping off bitches I had
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| When that money came in, it got good it got bad
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| If it ain’t about a dollar, my daughter, my son
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| My mom, my pops then miss me with that
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| Look, I just got that cutless, now I got my seat back
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| I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
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| Where the cheese at, fettuchini
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| I said get a nigga whacked, they ain’t even see that, coming
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| Tried to tell them niggas wish me well 3 coming
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| I tried to tell them niggas wish me well 3 coming |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wish Me Well 3 Coming , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album Wish Me Well 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп