| Ay now you can catch me in the club, with my pistol in my pocket
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| Niggas talkin that shit but they know they better stop it
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| It’s Flip Gates the number one Fly Boy
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| Try to reach for my jewelry nigga, you could die boy
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| I’m a southside nigga steadily movin my work
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| Steadily movin that purp, yeah I do my own dirt
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| See these niggas get alittle money then they change
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| But you ain’t no bitch I’m fly like Wayne
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| Fly Boy tennis shoes-just to match the piece
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| If you from the south, you gotta have a stiff creese
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| Heavy starch in the jeans that’s how we do it
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| Back in '95, I had them 20's on my Buick
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| But now I’m in the Lam-and I don’t give a damn
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| When you make ya money you better pay Uncle Sam
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| Cause they’ll come and get ya cars like J. D
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| It’s Flip Gates, fuck boy you gon’pay me
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| (Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble)
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| Don’t you fuck with Flip Gates, cause this shit get dangerous
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| You ain’t talkin bout money-you ain’t speakin my language
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| Don’t you fuck with Young Noble, cause this shit get dangerous
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| If it ain’t about a dollar, you prolly shouldn’t holla
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| Uh three wheelin my Impala, inhalin on the ganja
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| My women know I’m a rider-shades made by Prada (yea)
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| Mob through the club like I’m one of the fuckin owners
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| I’m a Outlaw solider (Outlawz)
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| We hot now, still my heart alittle colder
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| I do this for the hustlas
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| Come here little mama get a dose of this pimpin
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| If that pussy still drippin a nigga still tippin
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| Got me leanin to the left and sippin on that Goose
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| When I’m leanin to the right I’m off that California kush
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| If you ain’t talkin green then you speakin chinese-or-spanish
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| Either way I don’t understand it
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| So I’m stayin on my grind, I’m stayin on my grizzly
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| I stay so fuckin busy all my bitches say they miss me
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| I’m in the club tipsy throwin out stacks
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| Young Noble and Lil' Flip-tell the DJ bring it back
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| (Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble)
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| I rock a fresh baldy and shades, spinnin on blades
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| These are the times and these are the ways we get paid
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| Dickie buttoned to the top for my doggs and locs
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| If I don’t know you mothafucka don’t get to close
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| We in the club poppin them bottles, hollerin at models
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| Leviate, never hesitate to rock you with hollows
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| We be them Outlaw leaders see the game done followed
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| I spitt that ghetto gospel truth like it’s straight from the Bible
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| It’s not a seat but I’m a solider so keep yo composure hoe
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| Slip on ya toes and yo, we be the chosen few
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| Way cool, way over due-stay tuned it ain’t over troops
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| Operatin under thug laws as a warrior man
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| Remain that till the coroner man
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| And been that from the corner with grands
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| Leanin hard to the left with my hoodie on, gettin that cash
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| And gotta dip in the stash (yeah)
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| (Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble]
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| (Young Noble talking)
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| Yeah, Young Noble-Outlaw-uhhh
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| Lil' Flip in this*scratching*Clover G’s
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| Yeah, (Cloverland wut up)
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| Sac what’s happenin (dirty third wut up)
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| Real Talk Entertainment
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| Uhhh get ya money nigga-get ya money |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speakin My Language, artist - Young Money. Album song Certified / All Eyez on Us, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп