| 30 30's with 30's, 30 niggas we dirty
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| I got my shooters they shooting, we show them niggas no mercy
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| From the pot to the block, from the block to the lot
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| I got to duck from the ops, they be too cool with the cops
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| See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly
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| The judge given out ten I ain’t scared I do it
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| So if a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi
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| If a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi
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| Son needed his daddy I still need him right now
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| He doing life in the Feds need that appeal right now
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| I catch a body I’m gone, I’m dipping right out of town
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| I see the scout who told he getting pelled right down
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| L’s up to I die, blood, sweat, and some tears
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| Def Jam they signed me, complete my dream as a kid
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| Got locked up told my celly, he thinking life is a gig
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| Tell’em all I’m on TV MTV I’m the shit
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| I hit a stain on some bricks, I can’t look back I’m ahead
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| I can’t look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rare
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| One did and it spread where I be 64th
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| All that rating is dead I put a nine to his head
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| Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer money I got him
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| If he can’t hold weight he best believe I’m gonna spot’em
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| I can’t sit in the streets and let my real niggas rotting
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| All black like I’m Bruce, so who think that was robbing
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| And they drop my advanced, I’ma cop me up six
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| I’ma carry a fenz and I’ma cop me a Benz
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| I got Tommy’s and Mac’s, 40 cals, Glock 10's
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| Momma told me you gon make it but, you can’t get it in
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| I’m a trapper to rapper, real niggas to actors
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| Same people who’s fans they use to say ain’t a factor
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| I’m on top of the city, so them rumors ain’t matter
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| 8 balls the size of baseballs in the field I’ma batter
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| A nigga tried to kill me dead, ops tried to wheel me in
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| Like the Cubs in '79 them niggas won’t win again
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| Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end
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| Get caught with another slammer they say they first offer 10
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| I can’t change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny
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| You won’t catch in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley
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| Niggas know I’m nailing shit, niggas know we killing shit
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| I don’t really give a fuck all my niggas we be in it
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| We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up
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| Taking risk that I hope and see my baby growing up
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| Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck
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| Pussy, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a nigga lust
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| I’ma I’m packing like a Green Bay Packer, all white Challenger, saltine cracker
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| Free all of my niggas doing more than 3 calenders
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| Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up cause I ain’t answer them
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| Can’t snitch ain’t a bone in my body say bitch
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| I can’t switch, half them shooters ain’t shooting they faking
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| I’m savage, my teacher always told me I ain’t average
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| She said Lil Durk he’ll shoot I remind them of the Mavericks
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| (let's get it) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 52 Bars, Pt. 2 , by - Lil Durk. Song from the album Signed To The Streets 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп