| It’s five thirty in the mornin man
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| I got a bottle of Dom P in my hand
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| I got my mind on my money
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| Oh yeah ima get that paper nigga
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| Co co cocaine
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| And ima die in this dope dope dope game
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| I’m gettin high on this dro dro dro man
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| Ain’t got no time for these hoes hoes hoes man
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| I do my own thing x2
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| I’ve been water whippin' all day
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| Yeah, and being right
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| We got a couple good plays
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| They payin' right
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| And I get money in alotta ways
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| Not only white
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| But the green bought my daughter jays
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| (say what) Im feelin light
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| If I don’t profit I ain’t fucking with it, sell it to me cheap
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| You never know one day I might be sittin' in your seat
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| Got my cell phone poppin but I dont ever speak
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| And I feed alotta niggas that I will never meet
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| You know the lights out, and theres bout a hundred in the house
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| All my neighbors call me baby they dont know what I’m about
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| Neighbors lookin' at me crazy cause they see me showin' out
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| Wanna congratulate me but they scared to open up they mouth
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| Like slow slow slow man
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| And im strapped
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| Half of it in the bag and a whole one still wrapped (Come on)
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| If the speed limit 55 ima do 50
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| But if they fuck with me they gon' have to come get me
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| I been starrin' out my rear-view
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| Who that
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| I’m paranoid
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| Ima quit in like a year or 2 (say what)
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| So help me lord
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| Niggas on theyre bikes watchin'
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| They on the clock
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| So im still getting it off when the block is red hot
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| Reachin 20 sales wide open
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| I’m ratchet with it
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| Sorry that you kids see me do it
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| I had to get it
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| We was all hollin bingo
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| But I got on it
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| I got fronted me a single
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| I said I want it
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| Now Im peacin' out my pack
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| Called it two for two
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| If I give you somethin over homie that was on the strip
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| Yeah Im in it for the long run
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| No time limit
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| They say the drought season gon' come
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| Yeah right im on bitch
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| Ridin' dirty in the Phantom ho
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| I’m goin' nuts
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| Still ain’t went and got my licence though
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| Nope, dont give a fuck
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| All these rappers out here money low (I know)
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| They know what’s up
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| When their records ain’t selling they gotta come see Buck, cause I got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cocaine , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Back for the Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп