| Before I exit out this motherfucker, bet you know my name
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| I’m into Swisher Sweets and five dollar champagne
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| You should join my campaign before I lose my damn brain
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| I’m chasing a winning and I don’t know if I’m losing or winning
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| Damn shame
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| Shit, I ain’t complaining
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| It’s no limits nigga, it’s only entertainment
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| So I’m in the Bugatti and got the burner too
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| Right place, right time, I’ll murder you
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| Huh, I finally get it
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| What’s the use in being witty ain’t nobody wit' it
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| I’d rather sticky my woody in a wonder woman
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| So good I might never want another one
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| But I’mma always want another woman
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| Real nigga to the core my dude
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| Straight from the liquor store
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| From getting more sippy from me and my recipients
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| Till we stumble to the floor my dude, straight off top
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| T.D.E. |
| till 3003
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| No scratch that, I can’t calculate that exact
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| My downfall will probably never be an incident though
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| Use your mind, don’t just listen to the instrumental
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| Read the signs before you end up in a pile of shit
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| You probably did
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| The least you can do is crack a window
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| You smell that?
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| And if I catch him taking a nap, I tell him that…
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| I hope it hit you like a bus done run up into ya
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| I’m only fuckin' with ya
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| I know it’s nothing to ya
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| What I gotta make is something to ya
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| Slept on us long enough, you got it coming to ya
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| See me I’m from the mid, don’t fuck with the kid
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| Heavy artillery, this long will split your wig
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| Put your fitted on the curb
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| You know, rip your lid
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| Brains on the sidewalks you know what it is, that is
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| I got that strict mentality
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| Razorblade in my mouth, Bitch wanna battle me
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| Huh? |
| I slice this bitch up, I ain’t playin
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| Snare need stitches from the words that I’m sayin'
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| Name my badem, Reppin' L.A.'n
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| Tattoo’s showin', mean muggin' at the way in
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| Smack you with a bottle that I picked up on the way in
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| And them niggas that rollin' with you only with you cause you pay 'em
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| And real niggas don’t get extorted
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| We call for the mother ship, then we board it
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| That mean we fly like we wanna fly
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| Me and Ab comin' for you, better go runnin' high
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| Look, I’m really sick, you need to quit
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| Like quiet without the E
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| Supplyin' the D-man's
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| Sometimes it gets deep man
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| You will die in the deep end
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| Surviving to see it
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| And I’mma be here, The bible is re-writ
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| HiiiPower, you can yell it
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| But make sure it’s three it’s when you spell it
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| I’m at the bottom of the barrel, let them niggas tell it
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| I might have to put the barrel to a niggas melon
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| Pull up on a few hoes in the new McLaren
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| Back to the condo, condom broke, now I’m a parent
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| Still smilin' in the mirror, nigga here to think
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| Everybody got it comin' to 'em, even me
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| You only reap what you sow
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| You only get what you knit
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| My garden’s grown, and I’m about to throw a fit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Payback , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Longterm Mentality, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп