| You gettin' me, D-Will?
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| Yeah
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| They know who I am
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| I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh
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| Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
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| He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now
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| He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
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| He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
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| Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
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| I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
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| I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
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| I pull up icy from my fuckin' head to teeth (Head to teeth)
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| I don’t speak, you see murder when I blink
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| I’m in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
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| These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me
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| I done ran a check up, I go promise I won’t hurt no more
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| Straight out that North, that’s on my boy, I never trust no ho
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| Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
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| I’ma catch my K before I freeze, they’ll never say I fold
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| Who broke the code?
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| I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh
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| Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
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| He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now
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| He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
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| He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
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| Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
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| I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
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| I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
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| Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain’t been paid, okay
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| I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I’m fazed, I ain’t
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| Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain’t stayed ten days
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| Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
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| Go check my bank account, don’t give a fuck who lit
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| Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch
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| But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
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| They know we be with the shit
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| Ask Ville, I’m gon' get 'em hit
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| They sit on shit inside the sixty
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| I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh
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| Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
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| He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now
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| He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
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| He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
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| Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
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| I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
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| I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Rest , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп