| You might see me with the girl but she ain’t mine
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| 16 when I sold my first pound
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| Sitting in my spot break it down
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| Nigga come get you a mothafucking pound
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| You know if that shit ain’t strong nigga then that shit ain’t mine
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| You know if that car don’t go 2 hunna then that bitch ain’t mine
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| You might see me with the girl but she ain’t mine
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| Nigga come get you a mothafucking pound
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| Fire, fire, fire my block on fire
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| Glocks on standby ready to let em fly
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| I never seen a man cry til I seen one die
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| I wasn’t good in English class but I could sell you a pound
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| I spent some shoppin habits got me in and out of town
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| Every time I come around suckas look down
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| Fuck wrong with you, pick your face up nigga
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| Stop complaining and get your cake up nigga
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| First thang to cross my mind, that paper everyday I wake up nigga
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| Ferragamo sweats with the matching lace ups nigga
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| I’m a dope boy I ain’t never have a check pay stub nigga
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| You, you just another fake fuck nigga
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| I’m a street nigga, so in my trap I trust niggas
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| 16 when I sold my first p
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| Fuck playing basketball, I gotta eat
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| Mamma and daddy fucked up, they can’t do shit for me
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| So I went and got a second daddy out the streets
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| Pull up on yo streets
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| In that mothafucking V
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| Garbage bags full of grass in the back seat
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| She in my passenger seat but she don’t belong to me
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| Told my nigga she just another freak so she belong to we
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| I don’t love these bitches and you shouldn’t either
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| The only thang I love is selling pounds of reefer
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| That shit you hit 2 times put you in a sleeper
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| Yo bitch on my dick cause she know you not my equal
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| Diamond lane boys get it any way
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| Wrap it up then you hit it with the spray like
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| Shh, shh
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| Shh, shh, cool
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| Do yo laundry, pick yo skirt
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| I found one by the schoolers is what I’m supposed to be doing
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| Money talk I’m openly fluent
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| I swear I lapse trailers like a uhaul we openly moving
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| Homeboy I fuck with the students
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| I don’t deal with the fakes
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| I don’t even know you no more
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| I can count a mill in their face
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| One millions to chase
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| We all say life is a bitch
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| Young Dolph make it appear in their face
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| And make em pop it
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| 100 dollar a day no option
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| Went from not having no houses
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| To walking around with thousands
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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Not Mines, artist - Young Dolph. Album song High Class Street Music 4: American Gangster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп