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[Intro] |
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Taylor gang over everything |
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Drugstore Cowboy |
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[Hook] |
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Where I'm from we just live a little different |
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Flip European whips and get money outta ******* |
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Come on (Get some money with me) |
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Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different |
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Flip European whips and get money outta ******* |
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Come on (Get some money with me) |
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[Verse 1] |
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Got a call from a renegade ******* |
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Yeah she said she wanna come home |
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I told her come on |
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Bring me my money I'm in my own zone |
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A lot of *******s on my nerves, I tell them die slow |
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Ride slow Ziploc full of fly smoke |
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White gold lookin crazy when the lights low |
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I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub |
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And make a few haters sick, step your life up |
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Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up |
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****** fiends holding white cups |
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*******t trippy, ain't it? |
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How the game switched |
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The ****** game's ****** up, back to cane flips |
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And my main ******* brought me dirty gs, she had a great night |
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****** em all let em hate life |
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Yeah I stay right, yeah I been had money |
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the type of bread that make your friends act funny Come On |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Im just wa*******ng dirty money like dishes |
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Grown men sub-tweeting like ******* Come On |
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Im on my own *******t |
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.40 with the long clip |
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Snakes in the grass |
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Need to get the lawn clipped |
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All in my biz |
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Worry bout yo own *******t |
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Foreign ******* new foreign whip |
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Kat sick without pourin sip |
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Gimme more bricks |
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Double down gimme more chips |
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Im in a morgue sick |
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Looking at his body dead |
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Why’d he have to go so young |
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They tried to rob him |
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Friends keep goin |
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Happens often |
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My ho ******* keep me sport ridin |
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Im sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning |
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Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin |
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Yea I look like a dead person |
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My money’s right |
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You been hurtin |
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Come On |