| Momma and daddy used to be a crack addict
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| I never go back broke, keep a milli in the attic
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| Remember sleepin' on the floor, down badly
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| Fast forward, the young nigga living lavish
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| If you see her with me, she one of the baddest
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| You see all these motherfucking diamonds dancing
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| And all of these racks stuffed inside my pants, damn
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| And I got your girl P poppin' on a handstand
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| Dope boys do what they wanna
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| Suckers do what they can
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| Bad red bitch with me
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| She talkin' bout she need a tan
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| Every five days nigga, that’s another hundred grand
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| Hatin' on me around your bitch
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| You just making that bitch a fan
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| Can’t make up my mind whether
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| I want a Lambo or Rarri
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| Wish my grandma was here
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| Just so I could tell her I’m sorry
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| Sorry for having all of them pounds of weed in your gardens
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| Now I get 30 just to walk in and turn up and party
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| When there wasn’t no more room I slept on the floor
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| Bitch I just hit the strip club, threw some stacks on the floor
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| Hey, I just cut the lights on when I walked in the door
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| Quarter milly worth of ice, just look how it glow
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| Don’t pull on the side of me, boy your car too slow
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| Them hitters right beside me, they shoot when I say go
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| I get too fucking high, don’t know how to lay low
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| All I know is street money, R.I.P to Bankroll
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| Momma and daddy used to be a crack addict
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| I never go back broke, keep a milli in the attic
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| Remember sleepin' on the floor, down badly
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| Fast forward, the young nigga living lavish
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| If you see her with me, she one of the baddest
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| You see all these motherfucking diamonds dancing
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| And all of these racks stuffed inside my pants, damn
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| And I got your girl P poppin' on a handstand
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| Keep a whole lotta gualla with me
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| And a whole lotta shottas with me (Nigga you ain’t Jamaican)
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| I mean a lot of shooters with me
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| Slow down on lean, it’s fucking up my kidneys
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| If she thick, I give that girl a business
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| With the shit, nah we don’t leave no witness
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| Between me and them, yeah it’s a big difference
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| They some fuck niggas but I’ma keep it pimpin'
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| She met a real nigga and started catching feelings
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| My car goes real fast and it ain’t got no ceiling
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| I smoke exotic gas and my root beer filthy
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| I killed that pussy last night, she said I’m guilty
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| I slammed the whole pack, the plug got me ballin'
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| My jeweler flooded me with alkaline water
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| I told your momma thank you for your fine ass daughter
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| Then called my plug and placed another order
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| Momma and daddy used to be a crack addict
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| I never go back broke, keep a milli in the attic
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| Remember sleepin' on the floor, down badly
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| Fast forward, the young nigga living lavish
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| If you see her with me, she one of the baddest
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| You see all these motherfucking diamonds dancing
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| And all of these racks stuffed inside my pants, damn
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| And I got your girl P poppin' on a handstand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Attic , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Bosses & Shooters, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп