| Hah, Dinero, fool
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| Gangsta Grizzill
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| Uh, I just took all your shit, told him catch me in traffic
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| When you see me, you know that I’m blasting it
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| The hundreds, you know that I’m having it
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| No gunner with me, that’s my savages
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| I got like 300K in my mattresses, huh
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| Like 800K in my attic, huh
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| Ayy, for that paper, I’m an addict, hey
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| Play with me and we gon' get at it
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| I pull up in some shit look like a Brinks truck
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| Got some shit that’ll take down a Brinks truck
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| Hell nah, you can’t go on this trip, bruh
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| We ain’t got time for no slip-ups, yeah
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| We ain’t shootin' out of vehicles, yeah
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| We tryna hit our victim, yeah
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| Kick 'em out the car, evict 'em, yeah
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| These kicks don’t come out 'til December, huh
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| Uh, know that I’m drippin', I’m slip, bitch, I’m wet, huh (What else?)
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| My partners’ll leave your ass wet, huh (What else?)
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| I got her lil' pussy gettin' wet, yeah (And what else?)
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| I spend like three hundred a set
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| Yeah, yeah, them karats on me, tell 'em, «Roger that»
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| Don’t play with me, Russian roulette (What else?)
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| You know that I know where you at (Yeah, uh)
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| Yeah, huh, boss, huh
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| I’m different, they stealin' my sauce
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| Why the fuck would you think I fell off?
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| When these bitches won’t leave me alone
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| How the fuck you gon' catch me? |
| I’m gone
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| How the fuck you gon' catch me? |
| I’m gone
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| Got a whole lot of racks in my home
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| Havin' racks, man, I don’t need a loan
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| Know I’m strapped if I’m ever alone
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| Pocket rocket on me when I roam
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| Got them packages in, I’m on
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| Drop the price and I took off on holmes
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| Yeah, boss
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| I’m different, they stealin' my sauce
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| Why the fuck would you think I fell off?
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| When these bitches won’t leave me alone
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| These bitches won’t leave me alone
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| These bitches won’t leave me alone (Nah)
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| Is it the camouflage cars or the way I be styling and puttin' this shit on?
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| (Woo)
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| Y’all still savin' thots (Damn)
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| I’m still screaming fuck the cops (Fuck 'em)
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| I’m still screaming fuck the opps (Fuck 'em)
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| I’m still in and out of drops (It's Dolph)
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| Fuck everybody and fuck everything, and I mean it (I mean that shit)
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| Brothers crossed they own brothers out for some money, I seen it (Damn, man)
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| I woke up with two bitches so bad, I thought I was dreaming (Woo)
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| These bitches won’t leave me alone (Get out)
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| Put 'em out, make 'em go home (Get out)
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| Fuck the Skydweller up, bust it down, put all blue rocks in it (Ayy)
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| Pulled up in a Rolls Royce with two umbrellas, four Glocks in it (Ayy)
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| Had four traphouses, five stash houses with no pots in it (Haha)
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| Just a young fly nigga screamin' Paper Route Business, Paper Route Business, ayy
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| Yeah, huh, boss, huh
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| I’m different, they stealin' my sauce
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| Why the fuck would you think I fell off?
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| When these bitches won’t leave me alone
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| How the fuck you gon' catch me? |
| I’m gone
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| How the fuck you gon' catch me? |
| I’m gone
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| Got a whole lot of racks in my home
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| Havin' racks, man, I don’t need a loan
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| Know I’m strapped if I’m ever alone
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| Pocket rocket on me when I roam
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| Got them packages in, I’m on
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| Drop the price and I took off on holmes
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| Yeah, boss
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| I’m different, they stealin' my sauce
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| Why the fuck would you think I fell off?
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| When these bitches won’t leave me alone
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| These bitches won’t leave me alone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Gone , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album 650Luc, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп