| Yeah
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| Eastside in this bitch, haha
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| Chophouze on the track
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| You dig?
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| I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
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| Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)
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| They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
| (Yeah)
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| I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
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| I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
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| Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
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| I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
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| I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)
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| I’ll probably never do another song with Gucci Mane
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| Real talk, I did just four shows for a hundred bands
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| Young Scooter I took the harder way, came up like Derez
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| All these pussy ass niggas be snitchin', they got Ralo in the feds
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| I’m the king of jugg music, you pussy niggas know that
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| All that juggin' in your raps, you niggas should thank me for that
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| Sell a million dollars worth of sacks, you wanna walk in my shoes
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| Shit, I made myself a boss and I play by my own rules
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| Yeah, I’m one of the realest rappers who ever did this shit
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| You know half you rap niggas ain’t sold a nick
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| I’m a product of my environment, they named me after the pavement
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| Street, street, Zone 6, real 80's baby
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| I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
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| Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)
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| They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
| (Yeah)
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| I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
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| I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
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| Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
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| I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
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| I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah)
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| I got sushi, cocaina, shit be soft as ice cream
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| Throw a brick and a half of remix in the re-rock machine
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| The dope’ll moonwalk 'cross the pot, like that boy Billie Jean
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| My trap look like a parking lot, each cost twenty racks a piece
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| Ain’t no limits on this money, call me Master P
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| Half you niggas dick riders, call 'em Master D
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| Ask your CEO, he probably bought some bags from me
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| I done seen it all before so you can’t handle me
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| I got the key to the streets, I got the master key, makin' eighty like every
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| week
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| A million dollars worth of ice, the police, they harrassin' me
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| They thought it was over, I recharged like a battery
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| I jugged a whole mil' in the hood with Alley B
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| I’m a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)
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| Nigga, all my dope raw, nigga, sushi (Raw dope)
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| They keep askin', «Why you ain’t did no song with Gucci?» |
| (Yeah)
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| I keep countin' money, wrappin' bales in Gucci (Count up)
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| I had the key to the streets, way before Lucci (Streets)
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| Me and your bitch just made a movie, she a groupie (She a groupie)
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| I just pulled up in a vert, I ain’t talkin' Uzi (Foreign)
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| I got cocaina, softer than a smoothie (Yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sushi , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album The Recipe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп