| Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
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| Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
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| Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
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| Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla, serve the fiends
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| I said I’m sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (Bah, bah)
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| Can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
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| Can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
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| I knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak
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| Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
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| Rico
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| Dead bodies I can say I ain’t seent them
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| Swear like I’m
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| Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces
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| Steady screamin', «Free Ten"and that
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| Livin' hard, girl, no it ain’t easy
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| Leave the house, tell me make it back
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| My heart got bodies on it
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| Same smoke, stick, hommies on it
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| Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
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| Mask down, we follow homie
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| Nightime, slime their position
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| Northside where it’s riders only
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| Catch 'em hittem 'em with it through the fences
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| Take his mind, put some mileage on it
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| Strectch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em, take it whole face, no case
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| Red eye verse that cop car, that’s a cold chase, no way
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| I’m gon' get caught in here with this Glock today
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| Real rich nigga my Vlone collab made three M’s in three day
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| Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
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| Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
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| Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
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| Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla, serve the fiends
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| I said I’m sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (Bah, bah)
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| Can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
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| Can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
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| I knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak
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| Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (Choppers on)
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| Grave digger, ain’t no fuckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons
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| We crackin' joke, we face the clown
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| It’s a bloody picture, who real or fake?
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| When they come this way, he don’t know who with 'em get 'em all from round
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| My McLaren came automatic
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| Danger zone when we slang that static
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| Pour one’s and two’s for to keep my cool
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| Drink still makin' me the saddest
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| Put a nigga face on the news
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| Do 'em dirty, can’t get no passes
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| part of my fuckin' fashion
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| Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'
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| Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
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| Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
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| Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
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| Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla, serve the fiends
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| I said I’m sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (Bah, bah)
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| Can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
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| Can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
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| I knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thrasher , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Until I Return, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп