| This that Silicon Valley flow
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| I got that sun dance vision, nigga you ain’t know
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| Got damn, I got album of the year, still
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| 3 plaques in, imagine how these wack rappers feel
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| I’ve been killin' niggas all year
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| Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' in common
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| Bills, I got 'em, I’ve been at rich houses, I’ve been to rich hills
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| The homie got that Tommy, know that’s somethin' that he’ll feel
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| Look though, been really off the hook though
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| My fam straight, my homies got money on their books though
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| Lately my bitch been trippin' on me
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| I’m like «Bitch I’m in the studio, let me cook though!»
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| RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin' shit
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| But I’m tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealin' shit
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| I can’t blame 'em cause their mamas, they don’t give a shit
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| So I fronted them some work, told 'em nigga get rich
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| Get rich, get rich, get rich
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| Mama I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich
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| Lately, I’ve been on some solo shit
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| Cortez, long socks, I’ve been on my cholo shit
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| Bitch you keep trippin', I’ma let bygones be bygones
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| Walk up in the house with high nines, I’m like «Hi mom!»
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| But I’m right back on my nigga shit
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| Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let’s flip this bitch
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| Let’s flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down
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| And no respect for the hoes that wasn’t fuckin', but fuckin' now
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| Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
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| You can profit $ 3500 if you bust it down
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| Send me the plan, I’ma figure how to execute
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| My management like «Hold up YG!», I’m like, «I ain’t waitin' on you!»
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| It’s that 2015 flow
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| Kill yourself if you ain’t gettin' dough
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| Hold up; |
| keep winning, keep winning, keep winning
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| You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning
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| They said Dre made a billion
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| I’m like, «Shit, I can do it if he did it!»
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| Fuckin' on whats his name’s baby mama
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| Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain’t got no ceilings
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| They was like, «YG you shouldn’t go there!»
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| I said, «Bitch, I think I’m Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits!»
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| Fuck these niggas, they ain’t livin' what they talkin' 'bout
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| Even with a million dollars I’ll still spark it out
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| Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas
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| They wasn’t shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas
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| I’m Ruff Rydin', where my dogs at?
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| Where them niggas that fuck them bitches on their paws at?
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| Nigga 2015
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| On the front porch sellin' 20 sacks for 15, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2015 Flow , by - YG. Song from the album Blame It On The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп