| L-I-L M-O
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| Yo shorty can I live
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| Since you always wanna lay- up on something
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| Touch something
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| Then you gotta pay-up on something
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| Come off that playa
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| Quit tryin to hold an event
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| All this love ain’t for free nigga what you think?
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| Like I’ma work for some tips while you cruisin your six
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| You gon' take me to the mall and you’ll flood out my wrist
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| Think I’ma let you hit for you put chairs up in this bitch
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| Think I’ma have them kids and I ain’t seeing 'bout a grip
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| Shit I don’t know what you heard
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| But that dough do matter
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| I wanna be so icy I break the Wind-chill Factor
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| I wanna be up at the Grammy’s next to Jada and Will
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| And when they peep out my shine yo they both catch chill
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| I wanna ball with the ballers
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| Wanna play with the players
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| Make my best friend see me and she turn into a hater
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| I’m high maintenance
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| Endorse me with no fake money
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| Real niggas make money
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| Real women take money
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| You gotta spend the dough you see
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| If you wanna be with me
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| My hair my clothes my nails my feet
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| Ain’t nothin' over here for free
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| You gotta spend the dough you see
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| If you wanna be with me
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| Playboy you buy that broad gators
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| You payin' car payments
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| Playboy you buy that broad bracelets
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| They all high maintenance
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| Start with the basics
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| All bitches suck dick
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| All bitches ain’t shit
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| All bitches pussy stank
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| Shit all bitches high maintenance
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| Ya 'll pussy ain’t worth gators and tennis bracelets
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| When they keep pictures of niggas they take it in the basement
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| You give her paper
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| Take her to Vegas (that's high maintenance)
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| You payin' Navigator car payments (that's high maintenance)
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| Nigga you keep her draped with stupid jewels and loot to play with
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| Thinkin you a player when you really losin papers
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| On exotic vacations
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| Nights at crustaceans
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| Crack (?) take off the cape its mistaken
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| You remind me of them broad playas that date Caucasians
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| Fuck they millions off and don’t (?)
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| But playa patna
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| Go buy her Prada (?) even Estada
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| Not knowing she just fucked your best patna
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| You still put baguettes on her collar
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| And get engaged with a bitch who ain’t shit
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| That broad high maintenance
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| Nigga don’t flip over that trip to Nevada
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| Only reason that I went was to trick yo dollars
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| Sip Colada
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| Oh yeah let me remind ya
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| If you was circumcised I wouldn’t have hit you patna
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| Cause all girls want niggas to know (we high maintenance)
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| And all niggas better give us the dough (so just face it)
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| And since you payin for my car, my crib, my hair, my gear, my clothes
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| You tell me who’s really the ho nigga
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| I ain’t the one
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| The one that get played like a pooper-scooper
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| These chicken heads in my Coupe with the roof up
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| I get in between the sheets like a Ku Klux
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| Bust two nuts (then do what?)
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| Fuck everybody in yo crew that knew ya (then do what?)
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| Scramble through your purse and steal your credit cards (do what?)
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| Do doughnuts in yo shit until I wreck the car (do what?)
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| Disrespect my broad
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| Check my broad
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| Sex her
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| Squirt it in one eye
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| Still won’t get my broad
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| Fuck naw… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hi Maintenance, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп