| I just asked God why he called for Troup
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| When it’s time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it
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| You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you
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| I thought I seen a ghost because your son look like you fool
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| King Troup
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| Action
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| I hop out, I’m dabbin'
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| My old lady classy
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| We onto this fashion
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| My coupe sit on dabs
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| Hop out with a bad bitch
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| My faculty braggin'
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| My briefs, they high fashion
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| She naked, I walk through the door
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| I promise, I promise she know
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| I pour up a four and got more
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| I’m cold as the North fuckin' Pole
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| I came a long way from the stove
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| I hop in the foreign, go slow
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| Iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh
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| I just beat the case
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| I hopped out the Benz
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| I just fucked some twins
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| Had the jewelry in
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| I hopped out again
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| Pulled up in the Range
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| Got drank in my cup
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| Like I’m Kirko Bangz
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| From ashy to classy
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| Keep up with my ice and my fashion
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| I take care of my kid with a passion
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| I pray to God that they stay happy
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| Lil Roscoe, he sleep where it’s nasty
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| They could’ve freed him cause he grew up with no daddy
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| But instead they took advantage and did him badly
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| Ain’t give no fucks cause we were saddened
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| Gotta camera from the club and that’s all they had
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| They also knew that lil' nigga didn’t have a wagon
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| (Free the Goat)
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| Damn
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| Action
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| I hop out, I’m dabbin'
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| My old lady classy
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| We onto this fashion
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| My coupe sit on dabs
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| Hop out with a bad bitch
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| My faculty braggin'
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| My briefs, they high fashion
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| She naked, I walk through the door
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| I promise, I promise she know
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| I pour up a four and got more
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| I’m cold as the North fuckin' Pole
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| I came a long way from the stove
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| I hop in the foreign, go slow
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| Iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh
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| Stop it, stop the killin'
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| We, we get millions
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| We together, get the cheddar (get them racks)
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| Fuck them niggas, keep a Beretta
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| Let 'em have it
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| Ask God for forgiveness for them babies
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| You know Slimes with it, baby, baby
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| Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey
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| Fuck you a nigga’s old lady
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| Keep 'em mad and that’s how you know you doin' good
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| Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books
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| I’m so finished, with these bitches
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| I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at?
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| Action
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| I hop out, I’m dabbin'
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| My old lady classy
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| We onto this fashion
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| My coupe sit on dabs
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| Hop out with a bad bitch
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| My faculty braggin'
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| My briefs, they high fashion (Versace)
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| She naked, I walk through the door
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| I promise, I promise she know
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| I pour up a four and got more
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| I’m cold as the North fuckin' Pole
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| I came a long way from the stove
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| I hop in the foreign, go slow
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| Iced out, ain’t no time in it, oh
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| She know it, she know it
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| She know it, she know it
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| She know it, she know it
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| She know it, yeah she know it
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| She know it
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| She know it
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| She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it
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| King Troup |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King TROUP , by - Young Thug. Song from the album I'm Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп