| Balling G saying make them bitches lay it down
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| Smoking weed, bumping Pimp C, pocket full of stone
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| Sitting in my spot, with a closet full of pounds
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| Sipping sizzurp mothafuck what you hizzard
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| You shining shit on my rich, took yo bitch and cost me one bizzard
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| Shawty just jumped in my car looking like dessert
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| I my weed, put my hand on her thigh
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| Put the fuckin car in reverse
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| I did it, I did it, I did it again
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| I fucked lil mama real good but this time she brought her friend
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| Trap house booming like it ain’t no tommorow
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| Countin money like Wells Fargo
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| The plug call
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| I feel like Marvin
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| Lets get it on
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| That what I told that bitch when she jumped in my passenger seat looking good
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| as fuck
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| Lets get it on
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| That what I text my plug when I got down to my last pound, I need it now
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| Lets get it on
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| He said you ain’t said nothing but a word, I got bout fifth of em laying around
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| Lets get it on
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| Lets get it on
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| Lets get it on
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| Pocket full of blue money, new money
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| Pull up doing 2 something
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| Three 6, who run it
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| Foreign whip no roof
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| I might pull up silent on ya
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| 223 together make over I put a body on it
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| All about bout a check, old school righteous
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| All this common sense, that’s a whole lot of money
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| Got that cocaine do pilates
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| Turn that kitchen to karate class
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| Sorry your car died, my Maserati
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| All of these windows on my crib nigga I need me some tint
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| All of these niggas so broke, my nigga I think they need splints
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| I’m just still getting that cash
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| My nigga and smoking a bag
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| Might set a Guinness world record, my nigga for getting it fast
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| I’m just a dope boy with a attitude
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| The work just came in from Malibou
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| Nah I don’t play bitch no I’m not in the mood
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| I got money to count and p’s to move
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| Remember I used to sell my weed at school
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| But now I fuck bitches that teach at school
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| While she at work I’m selling weed all at her house
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| With my AKA bitch bent over all on her couch
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| Phone blow up but I ran out
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| I done got out to my last ounce
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| I ain’t said shit I’m bout to smoke this
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| If I ain’t got no weed I can’t focus
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| Damn all the lean gone
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| Damn all the weed gone
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| Just sent a text to my Connect phone and said |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Get It On , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп