| Aye, aye
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| This real talk turn shit, swear to God
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| We just don’t call this shit drink, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Aye, aye
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| Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch, dam
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| Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch
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| I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist
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| I got six Forgiatos on my fist
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| I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick
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| I’mma nut on all 'em hoes, lets have some chicks, aye
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| Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed
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| Tried to run then I caught him like a fish
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| I’mma catch his ass with the whole clip
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| I’mma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
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| Pussy nigga ran like a miss
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| I got your bitch up under water tryna kiss, aye
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| Hammer gon' shit and take a piss, aye
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| We done fucked her legs and fucked her face, woah
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| I’m sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince
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| When I was behind the fence they treated me like a prince
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| So much jewelry on her pussy gettin' tense
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| 1017 the ones you don’t wanna diss
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| And you can never be like 'Wop you little snitch
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| You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch
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| I’m from costa east Atlanta, yeah the 6
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| I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick
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| Don’t walk and limp my chopper is my walkin' stick
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| I done got that pack boy then I dip, Europe
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| You gave 25,000 dollars on a trip
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| I just-I just found out rats could use they lips
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| I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip
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| I got one in the head, thirty one rounds on my hip
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| Aye, okay, Lil Dora said I would born with a steel
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| My lawyer say it’s guaranteed when he appeal
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| I got a bad bitch wit' me and yeah she strip
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| I’m in Vegas spendin' thousand with my chips
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| I can’t love these bitches, fell in love the rip
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| I was doin' this shit just for my peers
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| I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears
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| Do this shit all on my own, don’t need no deal
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| Diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill
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| Lately I’ve been flyin' on them
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| Flyin' cross the world, these bitches killin' me
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| Flood her bank account with bands cause she feelin' me
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| Nigga cash on delivery
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| If it’s a snake on my clothes then it’s double G
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| I don’t like police hoes, ain’t no cuffin' me
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| All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
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| Check out my smile I got some new teeth
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| Pop a molly now I’m in the fuckin' air
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| Cloud nine and I’m smokin' like the fuckin' barrel
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| We at the club port, you niggas never there
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| I wouldn’t even care, lil bitch that’s how it is
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| I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts
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| Bitch we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
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| Now what you think a young nigga grindin' for?
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| I sip it till I sleep, might overdose
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| She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl
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| Get them bricks from my momma, she got truck loads
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| Fuck you mean you get it from your man main ho? |
| Yeah
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| Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my fork
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| Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose
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| Giuseppe on the toes, diamonds on my toes
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| I just got a family pack of Gin and juice, damn
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| I just bought a chopper than I’m ready to use, damn
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| I got a lot of bitches comin' by the twos
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| I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few
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| Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
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| All these racks think I sell dog foods
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| I spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes
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| Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes
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| Nigga watch your mouth, we ain’t fuckin' cool
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| Boy you sell the, that’s a fuckin' fool
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| Take this shit out and shoot |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Floyd Mayweather, artist - Young Thug. Album song JEFFERY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп