| Yeah, we made it, mama, so it’s no more stressing
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| Everyday I’m taking chances, for the Freebandz, hustlin'
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| And I’m a Black Amigo boss, in the streets still thuggin'
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| Yeah, you know we got them racks, we can do what we want (Racks, racks, racks)
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| If they touch down with them bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone (Woo)
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| I got money on my mind, couldn’t forget the hard times
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| Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah, I know it’s perfect time (Let's go,
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| let’s go)
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| A hundred racks on me, a hundred racks on me (Count up)
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| Every hood I go, I got the pack on me (No cap)
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| Finessing and flexing and thuggin' in these 'Sace streets (Yeah)
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| Gamblin' with the old heads, shooting dice for weeks (Yeah)
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| Shout out to PFK 'cause I play for keeps (Marlo)
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| Play with Street, twelve niggas shootin' out two Jeeps
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| I put my mama boyfriend out last week (For sure)
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| Two diamond chains from Eliantte cost me fifty a piece (Eliantte)
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| 80s baby, I was born in the crack era (Crack era)
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| Nigga, I can dress the bricks up like mascara (Remix)
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| If you tryna get rich, then listen to what I tell you
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| You can’t trust these street niggas, they change like the weather (Street)
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| I got rich and I ain’t look back, now I’m finessing and flexing (Yeah)
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| Yeah, we made it, mama, so it’s no more stressing
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| Everyday I’m taking chances, for the Freebandz, hustlin'
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| And I’m a Black Amigo boss, in the streets still thuggin'
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| Yeah, you know we got them racks, we can do what we want (Racks, racks, racks)
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| If they touch down with them bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone (Woo)
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| I got money on my mind, couldn’t forget the hard times
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| Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah, I know it’s perfect time (Let's go,
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| let’s go)
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| I just talked to bro and told him deposit the work, yeah (Woo)
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| Scooter said I’m trippin' 'cause I keep popping Percs (Let's go)
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| I gained the game on these niggas, then I went straight berzerk
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| No, you can’t hang with us, nigga, you didn’t come from my turf
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| Zone 6, nigga, I’m a Zone 6 nigga
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| Pull up six sticks, nigga, three-five straight from 'Tilda
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| He can’t hide, we gon' get him
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| I got racks to off a killer (Racks, racks, racks)
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| I can’t take no offer, nigga (No)
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| Young OG, ain’t no one realer (Yeah)
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| I told Street this shit forever BMFBG (Street)
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| Niggas doin' bids behind this shit, they signed for free
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| Hit a lick for big and then we bust it down in peace
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| Ridin' in a Maybach coupe, the stick on the seat
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| I got rich and I ain’t look back, now I’m finessing and flexing (Yeah)
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| Yeah, we made it, mama, so it’s no more stressing
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| Everyday I’m taking chances, for the Freebandz, hustlin'
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| And I’m a Black Amigo boss, in the streets still thuggin'
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| Yeah, you know we got them racks, we can do what we want (Racks, racks, racks)
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| If they touch down with them bags, we get 'em in, get 'em gone (Woo)
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| I got money on my mind, couldn’t forget the hard times
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| Got some niggas doin' hard crimes, yeah, I know it’s perfect time (Let's go,
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| let’s go)
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| Woo
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| Let’s go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No More Stressing , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album Trap Hero, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп