| Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign, y’all niggas can’t see me
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| If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
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| Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
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| You roll, you sip codys, I fuck around and roll
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| I’m gon' slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
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| Slide the door up on the Aventador
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| Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
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| Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the.44
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| Hopscotching the thot, thot, I’ma fuck her at my mother spot
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| Steady chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest
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| Cuban link 'round my neck takin' a bird bath
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| Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
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| If they talking 'bout my game, they speakin' all cash
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| New Bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad
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| I done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)
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| I done stayed down and got me a bag (bag)
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| No calculators still doin' math
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| Gotta add up and tear me a tag
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| Rockstar, showing up with them bands
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| I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
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| I got Brazillians makin' me dinner
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| Took a loss and it made me a winner
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| Wearin' Monclear, it ain’t even winter
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| And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
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| Add the money up, subtract the feeling
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| They say, «Slatt,"when we walk in the building
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| I can’t save her if she going with the fishes
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| Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
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| Slime shit, I ran up the digits, count it with no intermission
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| Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
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| I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
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| Off the top, roll with a groupie, have a menage when I land, ah
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| Today I did Dior and Gucci, my Off-White was lookin' like danger
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| Three white bitches, I’m a clansmen, Kendra, Khloe and Keira
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| Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah, Wall Street money like Madoff
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| Yeah, ahah, all that hatin' ain’t phase us
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| Left to bank like phase on, still ain’t takin' no days off
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| Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign, y’all niggas can’t see me
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| If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
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| Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
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| You roll, you sip codys, I fuck around and roll
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| I’m gon' slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
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| Slide the door up on the Aventador
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| Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
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| Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the.44
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| Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I’ma fuck her at my mother spot
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| Icy you feel it in her tits (two)
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| Money, money, callin in, when I answer phone like, what it do
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| I keep her wet, caught a pound or two
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| Big Ballencies, yeah, that’s what the money do
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| Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
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| I was just pourin' out the bubbly
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| I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy
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| Draco with me, it ain’t about my money
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| Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and get them Ms
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| My house a exhibit, it’s dim, I was rockin' some Off-White like Timbs
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| Let’s go!
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| Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign, y’all niggas can’t see me
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| If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
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| Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
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| You roll, you sip codys, I fuck around and roll
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| I’m gon' slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
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| Slide the door up on the Aventador
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| Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockaroach
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| Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the.44
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| Hopscotchin' the thot, thot, I’ma fuck her at my mother spot
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| Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign, y’all niggas can’t see me
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' Rollie
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| I’m on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
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| Slide the door up on the Aventador
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| Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the.44
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song STS , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Slime Language, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп