| Great John on the beat, by the way
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| Just bought a gun, you die by the judge, nigga
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| Shooter get, shooter get shot
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| Yeah, you know that?
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| Huh? |
| Yeah
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| Shooters get shot
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| Look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
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| Huh, look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a demon
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a menace or somethin'
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| Look, they say I’m a savage and all that
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| I’m causin' a panic and all that
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| Look, look, these niggas is rattin' and all that
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| For shit, man, I can’t tell you all that
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| Look, this one right here with no effort
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| I’m saucin' and runnin' the check up
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| Look, look, Glock right here on my left hand
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| I reach for my right hand, you stressin'
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| Look, I get you brrt, the brrat
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| Life ain’t predictable nigga
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| I stay on attack, huh, this ain’t no musical, nigga (Look)
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| Don’t diss me on tracks, huh, said this ain’t no musical, nigga (Look)
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| So miss me with that, yeah, miss me with that
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| I’m with all that trappin', fast and cashin'
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| Art tough and the gang gon' get to clappin'
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| Bitch, fuck you askin' all them questions?
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| Fuck wit' 'em then you duckin' wit' 'em next, and
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| Know that it ain’t, know that it ain’t no remorse
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| You know that it ain’t no remorse, it ain’t no remorse, huh
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| Know that it ain’t no remorse
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| It ain’t no remorse, it ain’t no remorse
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| Look, fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
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| Huh, look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a demon
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a menace or somethin'
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| I’m too official with it, you know that I ain’t let up for none
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| My head is Crippin', definition, you can play if you want
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| It’s your choice, you can say what you want
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| If gang get up on it, we gettin' it done
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| If bro throw a shot, then I’m throwin' a shot
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| You prolly know me from droppin' your homie and making a run
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| Or prolly the music, don’t get me confused, I can really go dumb
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| Go retarded, shooter gang, we ain’t up for no bargain
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| We finish, we start it, they say I’m a menace or somethin'
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| They say I’m a menace or somethin'
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| Don’t fuck with this military drum
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| Ain’t wit' it, don’t act like you want it
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| Look, don’t got it, don’t act like you got it
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| He say he got bodies, he fraudin', no
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| No, he never hit up a target
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| Ain’t wit' it, don’t act like you want it
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| Look, don’t got it, don’t act like you got it
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| He say he got bodies, he fraudin', no
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| No, he never hit up a target
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| Look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
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| Huh, look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a demon
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a menace or somethin'
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| Look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my figure, get you wrapped, like a lyric
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| Huh, look, huh, look
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| Fuck up my wig, get you punched like some digits
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a demon
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| Huh, look
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| Innocent, pleadin', course, don’t believe me
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| Think I’m a menace or somethin'
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| Yeah, my loyal nigga ran down on him
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| That’s a mandatory man down
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| We get the addy to your granny house
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| Bitch, then you know we finna camp out
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| Ayy, they don’t want no smoke with the gangland
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| Tryna tell them niggas, «Stand down»
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| I got some outta towners on the way, way
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| Flight prolly finna land now
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| Meet me on Fourth, right by the court
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| None of the shootin' guards play around
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| Word to my mother, you niggas is dorks
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| You know it ain’t bool for y’all to hang around
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| Glizzy with magazines hangin' out
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| We goin' body for body
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| He goin' molly for molly
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| His kids in the back, he still shot up the Audi
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| And somebody take the .40 poppa from me
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| In blood and find something to calm me
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| You live by the gun, you die by the judge
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| He know if they catch him, he childin'
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| Put some respect on a Oggie
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| He mixin' his 'Tec with the Wockie
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| Don’t fuck with the text if they need me
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| 'Cause I be really tryna do niggas sloppy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Menace , by - sheff g. Song from the album THE UNLUCCY LUCCY KID, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп