| Yeah, you dig
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| Man, how you come up like that?
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| Yeah
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| Black Migo gang, yeah
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| BMFBG
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| Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' (Road runner)
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| A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me (Pussy nigga)
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| I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me (Man, they told on me)
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| You can’t trust these niggas, they’ll fold on you (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window (Gone)
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| Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders (Yeah)
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| I’ma make a jugg from January to the end of December (Jugg)
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| Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up)
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| Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with M’s (Count up)
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| I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that shit in (Gas)
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| And I ain’t doin' niggas' features no more for less than a ten (Whip)
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| You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I play above the rim (Yeah)
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| Scooter pull up, hard top (Skrrt), Street pull up, drop top (Skrrt)
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| I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six pots (Zone 6)
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| You know I don’t talk to cops, you know I don’t fuck with opps (Nah)
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| Money over everything, you can’t trust these dirty thots (Money over bitches)
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| Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real (Free Meek)
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| I ain’t got no deal, but my lil' brother fightin' appeal
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| In my hood with Aston Martin with rose gold wheels (Brick)
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| Too many juggs at the door, my trap look like Club LIV
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| Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' (Road runner)
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| A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me (Pussy nigga)
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| I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me (Man, they told on me)
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| You can’t trust these niggas, they’ll fold on you (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window (Gone)
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| Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders (Yeah)
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| I’ma make a jugg from January to the end of December (Jugg)
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| Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up)
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| Whoa
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| Hundred racks on swag, I’m in the rental, watch me do the dash
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| I’m whole-sellin' bales, but got a spot that run nothin' but bags (Gone)
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| Back and forth to Cali, off my pivot, call it jet lag (Jet lag)
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| Real plugs drop the load, they never holler, «Send cash»
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| We don’t do the peons, for street war, got big guns (Big guns)
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| Twenty-four four-eights, get your house stepped on
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| We don’t have no days off, these gas bags pays off
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| 24−8 trappin', got Percocets and Adderall
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| Street cook the dope with his left hand, call that shit southpaw (Woo)
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| Thigh pads on the dailys, look like we playin' football (Yes)
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| We Aston Martin lane turnin' (Skrrt) still juggin', road runnin' (Yes)
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| Doin' shows, stick clutchin', I’m in the tub, bale bustin', Deck
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| Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' (Road runner)
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| A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me (Pussy nigga)
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| I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me (Man, they told on me)
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| You can’t trust these niggas, they’ll fold on you (Yeah)
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| Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window (Gone)
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| Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders (Yeah)
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| I’ma make a jugg from January to the end of December (Jugg)
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| Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Road Runner , by - Young Scooter. Song from the album The Recipe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп