| But fuck it, I’ma let this bitch do what it do
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| I’ma just tell how I feel on this shit
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| Bae, I got a hundred questions, would you tell a hundred lies?
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| My heart burnin' from the pain in disguise
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| See, I can tell by your expressions, I really love that look inside your eyes
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| See, baby girl, no I’m not like them other guys
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| I’m off the other side
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| I put my bro before the ho, I’m on my brother side
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| I jumped up off the porch, two packs of 'Ports, I’m screamin', «Homicide»
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| I guess the wheels fell off the car when them niggas told me that they’ll ride
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| Remember times I did that time, I ain’t have nobody by my side
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| Swear I be feelin' like the Carter so I’m sorry for the wait (Wait)
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| I swear the ghetto keep my heart pumpin' every single day
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| I’ma continue to go harder 'til a mil' up on my plate
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| I sip that lean way more than water, I take codeine straight to the face
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| I know them pussy niggas hate, I built a mansion in the A
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| She don’t even speak English, she smashed the bro the other day
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| This for my niggas locked behind that door, I swear their lawyers' paid
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| I talked to Pablo on collect, he told me that he losin' faith
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| And I can’t even much hold it, I miss the look that’s on your face
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| See, they ain’t even much notice it 'til the pain was outer space
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| I know I gotta stay focused, I gotta stay up out the way
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| 'Til I’m sittin' in the Wraith
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| If the shoe fit, wear it
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| The difference between me and them, it ain’t no comparin'
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| Nothin' but gangstas in my section, we be steppin' with them Glocks and Smith &
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| Wessons
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| And all my niggas four pockets like Lil DT out the west end
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| You cuffed that ho and bought her clothes, I fucked that bitch inside the Westin
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| Before you jumped up off the porch, I was out chasin' a check in
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| Really a factor in 6, oh, you other niggas gotta check in
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| Zero, one, two, three, four, I had to count my blessings
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| When we was swervin' in them cars, you was tryna pop a wheelie (Skrrt)
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| Dreamchaser, goin' hard, I’m feelin' just like Meek Milly
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| My heart cold just like North Philly, without no hands you can feel me
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| Only the deaf ones can hear me, them Prada shoes look like Heelys
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| Sent my lil' nigga up the road and his charge, he appealed it
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| I tote that Glock with that big pole, yeah, I had to conceal it
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| That blue flag all a nigga know, other than that them project buildings
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| Comin' from shit, but now I’m rich, that’s one hell of a feeling
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| Pull up, pop out and you gon' give it up (Give it up)
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| I gave it all I got when they ain’t give a fuck (Give a fuck)
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| And you can’t hang with us 'cause you ain’t real enough (Real enough)
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| No, you can’t claim with us 'cause you ain’t trill enough (Trill enough, yeah)
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| Yeah, dope boy dreamin' (Dreamin')
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| For them Perkys and that lean, I be fiendin' (Fiendin')
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| When I tell you I love you, girl, I had meaned it (Meaned it)
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| You don’t really know the real meanin'
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| What’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
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| What’s the real definition of «Won't change»?
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| I done been hit at by poles, I done been locked in them chains
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| I done turned glitter to gold, traded the street life for the stage
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| And I just wanna ball a hundred summers without you (Baby)
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| Codeine tears runnin' down my face (Down my face)
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| Yeah, it’s hard to confess that I’m afraid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Codeine Tales , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album QPac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп