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George Lee Bostic
George Lee Bostic
Songwriter
Tommy Moreland
Tommy Moreland
Songwriter
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Rezzo Cuba
Rezzo Cuba
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Yeah, go pour em up Welcome out there Throw em up Hood throw em up We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck Yeah we don't give a fuck Yeah, yeah yeah Where they at? Where they at? Check dis out Bitch we drinking no thinking go pour em up Where them real smokers at nigga roll em up And we gon keep gettin money we gon run it up Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck That nigga keep getting money talkin bout run it up Bitch I'm live, I ain't talkin Facebook or the gram Bitch I'm know I'm talkin bout them yams And bitch I go ham, got that ass shakin like jam She need to let a Florida boy cam Cuz I'ma put it on her ass like "that's real" Bitch you know I'm doper then a dope deal Ridin on the water bitch no wheels Bikini thongs on wit dem high heels So let a real nigga chill cuz you know it's time to wild out Bigg balls in my hand I'ma file out Real nigga checkin in, no time out On a yacht bitch it's hot so we cool out On my grown man shit no sticks out I'm from Palm Beach County what tha lick bout Summer time watch dem boys bring the Chevys out That's how it is down here in tha dirty south Bitch we drinking no thinking go pour em up Where them real smokers at nigga roll em up And we gon keep gettin money we gon run it up Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck That nigga keep getting money talkin bout run it up Bitch I'm Frogg, I'm bout money All gas no breaks straight road runner Bitch I'm comin kenbo slice bloodline wit meh watch ya ass get dummie Nah I ain't runnin cuz it's levels to dis shit u a punk ima bigg dawg bitch Bitch I'm serious all my Dawgs big it's sick Rest In Peace Eddie G my nigga Love my city Palm Beach County all trenches get money throw it up my nigga Nigga fuck they feelings Fuck how they feel how they living, run that trap up and get that bag nigga, nigga (Ay yo Dice I don't know what they got goin on lil bruh But you know what time it is, we gettin money over here mane) Bitch we drinking no thinking go pour em up Where them real smokers at nigga roll em up And we gon keep gettin money we gon run it up Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Aye, tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck Tell a hater to his face you don't give a fuck That nigga keep getting money talkin bout run it up
Writer(s): George Bostic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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