| Yeah, turn the mic down
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| ATL Jacob
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| Yeah yeah, turn the mic
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| I’m makin' this money, it’s drivin' me crazy
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| I’m fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy
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| Thirty chains on me
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| Ten million on me
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| Yeah yeah
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| I’m in the studio with my Cali nigga
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| In the jugg house, kickin' bales with Bali’s nigga
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| In the nineties nigga, we was ridin' colors with rallies nigga
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| In my hood I was sellin' dope in alleys nigga
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| You can’t finesse me, I’m a mathematician
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| Done made two hundred million, I’m in the right position
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| I’m in my own lane, so ain’t no competition
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| I gotta thank God I never been to prison (Young Scooter)
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| I got away with murder, forgive me for all my sinnin'
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| I’m doin' it for my kids, I’ma keep winnin' (count up)
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| My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
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| By the time he 18, he own his own business
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| I’m doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids (BMFBG)
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| I gotta do it big, gotta do it big
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| I’m doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids
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| I gotta do it big, gotta do it big
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| I’m doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughter
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| Black Amigo Scooter never had a father
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| Juugin' in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter
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| Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fed charges
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| I ain’t give a damn what my daddy left
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| My mama had the plug and I was right there
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| Elementary school, and already was a hustler
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| I was in middle school and already servin' customers
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| This is real talk, ain’t nobody gon' fuck with us
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| I got Lil Dino with me, and he ready to touch you up
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| I used to be broke but, now a nigga rich as fuck
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| The streets ain’t safe boy, you better keep you a pistol tucked
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| I got pounds, got bricks, I got ice
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| When the trap get hot, jump on a flight
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| To this money I got married, that’s my wife
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| Everyday I’m flexin' nigga, that’s my life
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| My lil cousin Quay fought and they gave him life
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| Jugg house, make over fifty bands a night
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| No flaws, sellin' weed for the rest of my life
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| HNIC and BMG and that’s for life
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| I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo
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| Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo
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| Ten gold rings on my fingers, just like Deion
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| All red Mulsanne, bust the brain on a peon
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| Money, mo' money, mo' money, I think it done went to the head
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| Tatted my neck and my stomach, I’m 'bout to go tat up my legs
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| They puttin' the cut in the Actavis, now we gon' drink up the red
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| I copped me a Lambo, before I pulled off, I pulled off the head
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| Yeah, the Maybach got Maybach covers, takin' a nap in the bed
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| Yeah, I count a few million up and talk to my niggas in feds
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| Yeah, put em on FaceTime, let 'em see bitches I hit
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| Yeah, let 'em see all of my chains juggin' and look at my wrist, yeah
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| I’m doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids (BMFBG)
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| I gotta do it big, gotta do it big
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| I’m doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids
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| I gotta do it big, gotta do it big
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| I’m doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughter
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| Black Amigo Scooter never had a father
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| Juugin' in these dirty streets, yeah it made me smarter
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| Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fed charges
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| I’m makin' this money, it’s drivin' me crazy
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| I’m fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy
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| Thirty chains on me
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| 10 million on me
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| (Y'all fufu, fuckin' goofy) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do It Big , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album Trippple Cross, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп