| Yeah, fightin' for the 98, now I’m in that 2 percent
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| Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again
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| Hopin' it’s confusion, I can’t afford to lose again
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| Real life, no Superman, that’s why the villains usually win
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| They just want our soul, so I get home and pop some Luther in
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| Rappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans
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| Check my net worth, I don’t need the network
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| I’m burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
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| Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts
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| If you hatin' suck a dick until your neck hurt
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul, but it’s too expensive
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| She said that money was a new religion
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| Paper multiplyin', we don’t do division
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| I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
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| Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache
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| Like Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul-
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
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| Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference
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| Now my shit hittin', I’m the one you missin'
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
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| Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference
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| Now my shit hittin', (I'm the one you missin')
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| I’m way too old for new love
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| I’m chasin' new bucks
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| Plus my heart too cold for Nubuck
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| You hoes should suit up
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| Swear this shit is like a new drug
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| And I’m the new plug
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| Flow so dope that you could shoot up
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| Stay low and move up
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| And my drop shit pop, I’m too clutch
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| I’m takin' too much
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| Pull up with that pompon, who been gassin' you up?
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| Bitch you supposed to hold me down, what’s been holdin' you up?
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| Either way I don’t give two fucks, you ain’t worth two nuts
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| Sam told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
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| No luck, sorry Puff, I’m in Ferraris doin' donuts
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| This feelin' got me so numb
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| XO the clique, they won’t touch
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| Yeah MCM can’t touch the water he might fuck his gold up
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| Hold up, there’s love inside this styrofoam cup
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| I been runnin' through your mind and that’s what fucked my soul up
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| Smokin' like I ain’t got no lungs, I started so young
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| College bitches goin' so dumb, suck my dick like no gums
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul-
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
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| Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference
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| Now my shit hittin', I’m the one you missin'
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| She on that Bobby Brown, I’m coppin' new editions
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| Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
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| Lately I ain’t been myself but you can’t tell the difference
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| Now my shit hittin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bobby Brown , by - Belly. Song from the album Mumble Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп