| Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
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| Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
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| Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
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| Fuckin' with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
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| Walk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
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| My lil' bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
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| I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
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| You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
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| How many bricks in the trunk? |
| Bitch, don’t worry 'bout that
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| Why you in that old ass Acura? |
| I got a compartment in that
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| Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
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| If anything missin', just connect the dots
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| Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
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| Street Lottery, they waitin' on my album to drop
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| Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
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| First case we caught was off a Xan, school buses
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| All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
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| Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah
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| Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
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| White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
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| Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
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| Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
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| Trap money comin' in, thousand bags of good gas
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| Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
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| Good Actavis on deck, Rolex on deck, new bitch look like a check
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| 15 bitches just came from England, sittin' on a Global Express
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| Walkin' in Fendi, no pretendin', gotta have a lot of baguettes
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| Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
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| 14 keys on my desk, lookin' like an Olympic
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| Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it
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| Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
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| First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
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| All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
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| Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah
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| Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
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| Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
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| 200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
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| Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
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| Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
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| Tellin' on niggas just to get their time cut
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| Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
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| Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
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| I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
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| In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
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| Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
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| God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep 'em around
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| Street!
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| Murder be the case they givin' niggas like us
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| First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
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| All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
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| Level 5, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trippple Cross , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album Trippple Cross, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп