| Gangster
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| Gangster
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| 5 bands fresh up out the cage, no cut walkin' out the court
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| Fuck the judge, we got shit you could snort
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| I heard you take back everything that you bought
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| If you was my cellmate, shit we would’ve fought
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| Yeah I got felonies, yeah I was sellin' tree
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| Black told me whip that shit up with a fork
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| This money comin', what the fuck is you tellin' me?
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| Now I’m just shoppin' out Beverly Hills
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| I got pills, tell me what is you sellin' me?
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| I know you make up with jealousy
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| I’m just chillin' where felons be, I’m lightin' cookies and celery
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| Only wit niggas I know going to hell with me
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| Burn in that fire for all we done done
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| Only keep medical all in my blunt
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| I got some pills and y’all could get one
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| I got some hoes, if I call they gon' come
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| We up in the mansion, we all from the slums
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| I had a dream I was talkin' to Pun
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| I told him I just had a talk with his son
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| I told him his father was part of the sum
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| My man just called me, he got caught with a gun
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| Pray to God, ain’t no bodies on it
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| Tried to sell it, ain’t nobody want it
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| See a corner, ain’t nobody on it
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| I can make it mine by the mornin'
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| Tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters
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| Gotta check the line for informants
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| You ain’t even signed, you recordin'
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| Talkin' to the swine since they caught him
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| When they said that time you was talkin'
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| Better off residin' in a coffin
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| I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make (I cannot
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| see it)
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| I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Facts)
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| I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chain you got on that look
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| fake (Bang bang)
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| I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
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| (Ahh!)
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| I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make (I can’t
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| see it)
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| I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case
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| (Trappin')
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| I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look
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| fake (Can't trust it)
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| I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
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| (Ahh!)
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| Listen, I been drinkin' Rosé so long, so this year I’ll do nothin' but Ace (Ace)
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| When BIG died, Harlem World dropped, I swear I listen to nothin' but Ma$e
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| (Murder)
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| They talk behind my back all the time but never say nothin' up to my face
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| (Never)
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| I jump out the Wraith with the homie
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| These diamonds they jump out the face of the Rollie
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| She textin' my phone like she naked and horny
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| And I ain’t got time, got a plane in the mornin'
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| I’m high off some shit, I don’t know what they call it
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| They gave me a number but I’m never callin' it
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| And we make a movie anywhere that we walkin'
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| I’m really livin' this shit, you just talkin' it
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| Better pay attention who you been talkin' with
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| I told LV I won’t stop til we all get rich
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| Hoppin' in something, I’m good with my marketin'
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| You ain’t got it, you ain’t got it, no bargainin'
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| Block the number, guarantee she gon' call again
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| Heads always turn around when we walkin' in
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| Money comin', I could ball like a tournament
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| I ain’t got it, if you need it, I’ll order it
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| This designer shit, I wasn’t affordin' it
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| Public housin', where them cameras recordin' shit
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| I don’t give a fuck as long as my daughter rich
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| Catch you in the store, have the whole corner lit
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| Early morning in the lobby, we loiterin'
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| I think AI was a Hoya then
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| That’s back when I couldn’t afford the rent
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| Life is a bitch, so enjoy it then
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| Look at my neck you wonder where that water went
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| Money to get and I swear I want all of it
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| I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make (I can’t
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| see it)
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| I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (facts)
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| I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chain you got on that look
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| fake (bang, bang)
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| I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
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| I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make
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| I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (facts)
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| I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chain you got on that look
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| fake
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| I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Can Not , by - Dave East. Song from the album P2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп