| I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty
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| Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it
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| If you really, really with me
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| Growin' up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs, gettin' gifies
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| Yeah, and if you really my nigga
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| Word to mother, we gon' split it fifty-fifty
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| Yeah, they call me a SoundCloud boy
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| They stealin' my sound now, boy
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| I feel like I'm really the king of my city
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| I got the crown now, boy
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| Two .38's on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah
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| Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys
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| Don't play with me, .38 on me and I'm feelin' so, so special
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| Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money
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| 'Cause I really could've left you
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| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
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| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
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| Yeah, beasties, they lurk in the bushes
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| Now when I open my eyes, I look in the sky
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| Hopin' I make it to heaven
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| You can have family ties, the rest gotta die
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| You can still be a dub if you tellin'
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| And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub
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| Fuck it, just knock off his melon
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| I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty
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| Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it
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| If you really, really with me
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| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
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| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
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| Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please (oh, please)
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| Yeah, they don't know I'm really OD
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| Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese
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| Just free the real until they all free
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| Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh
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| Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, mm-mm
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| Lamborghini car keys, vroom, vroom
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| I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hm-mm
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| Wipe a nigga nose like he sneeze, uh-huh-uh
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| Go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh-uh
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| Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, huh
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| Like a freezer, huh
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| You told me never say never
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| Then you told me you would never get me set up (yeah)
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| But love is a set up already
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| Should've said, "I love you, " to a Bentley
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| All them niggas that ain't even graduate
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| Can't leave the country, they feeling so ready
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| But fuck it, at least they know better
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| Any nigga could tell 'em, no tellin'
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| I done seen niggas tell on they brother
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| Them niggas was there for you when you were strugglin'
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| I done seen niggas love on they bitch
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| And go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick
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| And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money
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| Watch who you get money with
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| And don't you compete with your own gang
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| No, don't you go be on no funny shit
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| 'Cause niggas will tell on they whole gang
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| 'Cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah
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| I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (yeah)
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| I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas
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| Got a closet with nothing but fly shit
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| Trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah, yeah
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| I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty
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| Don't you go tweet about it we could speak about it
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| If you really, really with me
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| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary
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| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri
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| Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh
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| Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, mm-mm
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| Lamborghini car keys, vroom vroom |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bleed , by - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Song from the album Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп