| Jingle bells
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| Purple kush smells
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| 675 one ounce
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| My trap do numbers, chickens all summers
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| But come back dawg we’re out (out)
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| My swag turned up, my swag got an amp
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| Your tramp seen the champ and her pussy got damp
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| Chickens with the stamp
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| I count so much money that my fingers got a cramp
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| If you’re not with that camp I suggest you better vamp
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| I’m rollin up the plant
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| Gucci mane’s an alien and you’re not even ant
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| Never say can’t, ball, kevin durant
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| Camp shine like lamps; |
| guns, grass game gramp
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| Crack a egg, that’s my charm, like an omelette on my arm
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| Cause my diamonds are my sons, yellow diamonds for my mom
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| He’ll go to the prom, sellin dope what I was doin
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| Lamborghini, beemer, corvettes and my ten year class reunion
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| Cause my flow so weird
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| Diamonds same color as santa claus beard
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| Ho ho hoes I think santa claus here
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| Dashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet like
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| Over the hills we go, nigga, I sold so much dope
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| My car got personality, the grille be smiling, honey
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| My rims are very charming and my leather seats are comfy
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| Gucci major money shawty I get crazy cloudy
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| Have a baby by me probly maybe I’ll buy you an audi
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| Maui wowie, stupid cloudy, loudy got me rowdy rowdy
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| Chevy caprice 73 play master p I’m bout it bout it
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| Prints color mariah carey, if they’re candid ask about it
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| Tell em that big gucci said it, so icey get stupid with it
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| Drop top be, passenger seat celebrity
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| Seven chains on so gucci mane shining heavily
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| Cocaine heavenly, soft white prejudice
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| All white bricks same color as my necklace
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| My flow so weird
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| Diamonds same color as santa claus beard
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| Ho ho hoes I think santa claus here
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| Dashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet like
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| Over the hills we go, nina, I sold so much dope
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| jumper, I can’t throw a slider
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| But gucci mane’s a rider, slide by any spider
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| Spiker, viper, vette with rally striper
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| Tiger stripe pits in my house, ready to bite ya
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| Standards way higher, don’t have time to tie em
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| Cocaina fry em, gas don’t cut the eye uh
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| Bags full of kushy, beg a pussy to push me
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| Brick ya from the roofie, uses it for a cushion
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| Gushin, whippin, my watch is good lookin
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| Attractive, handsome, damn that bitch is lookin
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| GucciЂ" admit it, realest that ever did it
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| Committed, my ceiling’s on penny gutter and gritty
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| My flow so weird
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| Diamonds same color as santa claus beard
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| Ho ho hoes I think santa claus here
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| Dashing through the snow in my old school chevrolet like
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| Over the hills we go, nigga, I sold so much dope
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| Jingle bells
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| Purple kush smells
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| 675 one ounce
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| My trap do numbers, chickens all summers
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| But come back dawg we’re out (out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amped , by - Zaytoven. Song from the album Bricks and Bells 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп