| If you ain’t talkin' bout money, go the other way
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| Miss me with that bullshit dawg I’m on the grind (grind)
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| You disrespect me while I’m on stage, it’s goin' down
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| Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
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| You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
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| If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!)
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| I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!)
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| These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I’m sorry)
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| You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride
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| Look I’m a pimp
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| Mine is the 3-piece suit
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| My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
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| Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
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| There’s a nine in my vest, but it’s a tec' in my Hummer
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| I know I make y’all niggas wonder how I’m gettin' that cash (cash)
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| Cause when we gotta drop, I ain’t spendin' my last (my last)
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| The prices (jump!)
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| If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!)
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| I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!)
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| You don’t want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!)
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| Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!)
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| Stupid if you wanted dawg
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| These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. |
| ya dig?
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| Hey!
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| Niggas claim they got guns but they ain’t shot nobody
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| Or you a stick-up kid why you ain’t got nobody? |
| (stop lyin!)
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| Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can’t afford
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| You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!)
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| And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel
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| Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
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| Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deviiiille
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| I ain’t tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill
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| Hey! |
| I’m like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die)
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| And I don’t pop, pop, I rather fire
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| I’m a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
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| Twenty two’s on my lotus just in case you haven’t noticed
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| Hey I bet he won’t (jump!)
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| Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won’t (jump!)
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| Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won’t (jump!)
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| She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won’t (jump!)
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| She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won’t (jump!)
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, y’all better not (jump!)
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| You fuck around and get (jump!)
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| Ha-ha! |
| Whoo!
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| Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
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| Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I’m sayin'
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| What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
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| Yeah, holla at yo boy! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Crunk , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Million Dollar Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп