| I was that chubby kid, I ain’t talk too much
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| And even though I could I never use that crutch
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| It’s funny when you’re older, makin' moves and such
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| How people find a way to get in your clutch
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| And they do touch and rub some nigga foul
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| Thinkin' shit gravy cause you seen me smile
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| I’m givin' up inches, you want the whole mile
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| And when I tell 'em, «Stop» that’s when hoes get wild
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| Flood the in box, constant calls comin' in
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| I hit the «Back» button and she callin' me again
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| I’m thinkin' out loud, «When is this gon' end?»
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| Will you ever get the message, I don’t wanna be your friend
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| I don’t want to have a talk, I got nothin' to say
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| You actin' real immature, go somewhere and play
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| Told the baby, «Break out» like Chad or Shay
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| Yes Poobie is for real, it would make my day
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| But first you get money stylin'
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| Get fame wildin'
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| Bitches start wowin'
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| Niggas start pilin'
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| Then niggas start wowin'
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| Bitches start pilin'
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| Get fame stylin'
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| Make money wildin'
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| Niggas get mad start stylin' on you
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| Bitches get mad start wowin' on you
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| Make a lil' money they start pilin' on you
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| Get a lil' fame they start wowin' on you
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| I ain’t never had a dollar to my name, fuck fame
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| Get a lil' bit people around you start to change
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| Palms reachin' out, speakin' 'bout what they did
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| We was both down and out now the situation big
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| You supposed to be my nig
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| It will never be the same
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| We both pointin' fingers at each other placin' blame
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| You on that David Blane
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| I’m on a higher plain
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| A blow to the people who don’t know what’s insane
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| A motherfuckin' shame how this whole thing turned
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| We had to end it homie before somebody got burned
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| I hate this kind of lesson, find myself second guessin'
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| The burden here is lessened, experience earned
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| And before this take a turn for the worse
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| I think it’s in both our best interest if we go again disperse
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| I know what you thinkin', but homie the truth hurts
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| I never thought gettin' this bread would be a curse
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| But
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| Now Rock City’s tryin' to get that cake
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| See I was raised in the burbs with the birds and the snakes
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| So at an early age I had to learn everybody’s mistake
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| So by now everybody can call me the great
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| It’s Oh No
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| No
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| With more signs than skitzos
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| Niggas let them lips go, that leaves their lids blown
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| And homie I’m gettin' blown so y’all can get gon'
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| Can’t hang around me dawg so we don’t get along
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| And shows with hoes, it’s no damn difference
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| They beyond overthrow but no bullshittin'
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| There’s only one ride
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| And then they gettin' dropped off
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| So when they start wildin', pssst, please you can walk off
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| Now put that in your Coach’s knockoff and bag it up
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| And add it to my roach’s up in Oxnard
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| They always knew me like they think they do
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| They thought they knew
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| Shit I’m doin' it big with Pooh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stylin, artist - Little Brother. Album song And Justus For All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп