| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you already know
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| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you niggas just some hoes
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| Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to
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| Fifty thousand profit, man just chilling in a bando
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| Styling in my trap, dog, this shit should be a movie
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| Maison Margiela’s dog, these ain’t no Gucci’s
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| I bus the bowls, never touch the pot, nah
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| Cruise the world, with a thot, yeah
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| Man, these niggas better get with the program
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| These bitches trickin' on their daddy
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| Nigga you don’t know now
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| I keep it too real, you might get your feelings hurt
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| Nigga I get it out the mud, my momma say I’m doing dirt
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| It’s Bino up in this bitch and ain’t none realer
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| More money, more problems, I got more killers
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| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you already know
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| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you niggas just some hoes
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| In the 12th grade I knocked up on a bankroll
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| R.I.P to my lil nigga, Bankroll, yeah
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| 150 bands on my left hand, diamonds and gold
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| Down in ATL, left the 12 with four hoes
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| Bet them boys come sweat ya
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| Under pressure you gon' fold
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| My trap house on fire, but my heart is ice cold
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| Balling on these fuck niggas, can’t take it when I go
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| Just down 40, doubled back to get some more
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| I see police over here, I see police over there
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| Screaming «Free my nigga Gucci»
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| Also screaming «Fuck 12»
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| Jumped up off the porch, head first, by my fucking self
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| Been running circles around these niggas so long
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| I’m running out of breath
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| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you already know
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| I jumped off the porch when I was 12 years old
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| I bought my first pack and I had 12 things sold
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| I was flexing hard, I had 12 chains gold
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| I don’t fuck with 12 man, you niggas just some hoes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 12 , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Bosses & Shooters, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп