| Super
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| You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?
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| Future Hendix
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| Young rich nigga
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| Fucking bad bitches
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| That’s all I know (that's all I know)
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| It’s sad to say that
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| Hendrix
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| This couldn’t be love, man
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| This couldn’t be love
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| Check out the way I be glistening yah
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| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
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| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
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| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all
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| A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all
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| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out
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| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found
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| Counting it up and I’m losing the count
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| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down
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| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds
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| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around
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| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around
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| Ice overload, this ain’t regular ice
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| Hop on a private, ain’t regular flights
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| Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life
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| I filled the safe up from cooking the white
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| Fall out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl
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| Used to the fame, ya’ll ain’t taking my soul
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| Came in the game, I was hot as a stove
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| Pour out some lean, I’m trynna let it go
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| Rocking Celine from her head to her toe
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| Fur on her back, in the summer she cold
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| VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow
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| Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see
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| Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek
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| I made a mill in the middle of the week
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| I sell a chicken in the middle of the street
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| When I drop a tape the murder rate increase
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| Fuck all that poppin, ' I stay with some bands
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| Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan
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| Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand
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| Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can
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| I drop the top off a regular Wraith
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| Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date
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| I got the torch, I can’t give it away
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| Ain’t no remorse, you get hit in the face
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| Check out the way I be glistening yah
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| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
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| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
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| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than y’all
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| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than y’all
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| A regular day, I’m more chiller than y’all
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| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never thaw out
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| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found
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| Counting it up and I’m losing the count
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| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down
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| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds
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| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around
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| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around
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| Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G
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| Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets
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| I stacked it up, get to having a feast
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| I racked it up like Serena with me
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| Like it’s Venus with me
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| Got the Nina with me
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| We screaming 'Freebandz, ' this money ain’t free
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| I cook it up, I’ma cook up a key
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| When I cook up a key, I’ma charge you a fee
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| I did it first, it ain’t none but a trend
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| Swerve on a curb, it ain’t none but a Benz
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| I was on 2 two then I took it to 10
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| Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'
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| Shoot at the police, ain’t coming back home
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| Down for my crew if they right or they’re wrong
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| Get to that money, that’s all I condone
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| Shoot at your top, you ain’t fucking with homes
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| We hit the block, had a bag full of stones
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| Jugged off a bale before I made a song
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| They ain’t gon' tell you how I got it on
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| I’m not a failure, I’m deep in my zone
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| Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome
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| Super exclusive when I put it on
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| We getting zooted where I’m coming from
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| Toasting that lean like it’s Dom Perignon
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| Check out the way I be glistening yah
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| Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
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| Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
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| Fill up a safe, I’m more realer than yah
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| Fuck my new case, I’m more realer than yah
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| Ace by the case, I’m more realer than yah
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| Sleep with the K, I’m more realer than yah
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| A regular day, I’m more chiller than yah
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| Diamonds on freeze, ain’t gon never throw out
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| Niggas talk shit, ain’t gon never be found
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| Counting it up and I’m losing the count
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| Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act I’ma down
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| Strappin it up with a whole hundred rounds
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| Sackin it up, ain’t no fucking around
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| We get that guap, ain’t no fucking around
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| (Yeah) Young rich nigga
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| Fucking bad bitches
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| That’s all I know (that's all I know)
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| It’s sad to say that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo Reala, artist - Zaytoven. Album song Trapholizay, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп