| I got all this money round me
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| All these goons around me
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| All these d boys round me
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| Got all this dope around me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| I got all these killers round me
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| All these robbers round me
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| All these hoes around me
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| Got all these bitches round me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Yeah, see way them niggas gasing up again
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| All they make is slaps
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| Toe got my money, oh this Yo MTV Raps
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| Fast money, I can sprint thousand laps
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| Hit my booster up, my daughter need some shit from baby Gap
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| Fifteen pounds of purps and thirty-five pounds of mid
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| Sell me like four zips of molly’s
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| I ain’t really know that it came like this
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| Lil Ray-Ray clean my forges
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| He let him clean my crib
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| He told me he do carbon
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| Hell I told him I do flip
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| Real nigga shit straight up
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| All bullshit to the side
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| One more time for my joe niggas
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| Getting off Airmax 95
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| Yeah, drop top bumping that Lupe
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| Hard top bumping that old face
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| Pull me off with a half of plug
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| Gotta let that bitch off the fourway
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| Right hand up I’m real nigga
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| My homie locked up, I’m still with you
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| Young nigga strapping at the barber shop
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| Had a quarter ounce strapped and Hilfiger
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| Said some niggas rather be pimping
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| But me I ball like Michael Jeffrey
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| It’s bringing me some of they good shit
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| Lit a fizz up, call it a dirty piff
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| I got all this money round me
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| All these goons around me
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| All these d boys round me
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| Got all this dope around me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| I got all these killers round me
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| All these robbers round me
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| All these hoes around me
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| Got all these bitches round me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Got me laid up in this Days Inn
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| Sixty dollar rooms
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| The young niggas been getting it off
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| Ever since we brought it to em'
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| Can’t be paranoid, picking it up
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| Or under pressure, whippin it up
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| Couple niggas I know took a fall ain’t never getting it up
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| I’m telling papi send it up
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| Baking soda blend it up
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| I told the mayor fuck yourself
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| Selling dope because my rent is up
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| Hey all my cars tinted up
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| I need my picture centered up
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| Your lil bitch don’t stand a chance
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| I like my bitches thick as fuck
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| My click deserve a kodak moment
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| Smile, say cheese niggas
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| Hey get this, the bread letters catch up on these niggas
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| Going once, going twice, what your life cost
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| Fifteen hunned pounds, in the basement with the lights out
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| My old lady counting three mill and can’t tell you where we live
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| I’m just drankin champagne in True Religion in green hills
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| Chanel 5 sent me a tweet asked me did I buy my chain?
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| I thought y’all had all the news bitch
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| I’ve been doing my thang
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| I got all this money round me
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| All these goons around me
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| All these d boys round me
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| Got all this dope around me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| I got all these killers round me
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| All these robbers round me
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| All these hoes around me
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| Got all these bitches round me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me
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| Oh no, I see why they talk about me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I See Why, artist - Young Buck. Album song Gas 2 - Gangsta & Street 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп