| I’m a soldier mane, thought I told ya mane
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| I aim and flame ya, I’m the pro-to-pane
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| Niggas sizing me up like I’m buying a tux
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| So I interrupt, crease 'em, iron 'em up
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| With the nina, not talking 'bout the two singers
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| Cause a leprechaun wouldn’t even press his luck
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| I’m sure to pluck any chicken with a rhythm I could fuck
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| I tell 'em call me up
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| Like is it on or what, can I cut 'til dawn, or what?
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| A slut say she want a slice of all of us
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| Intelligent, say her marble’s marvelous
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| She go down south like black colleges
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| I’m a psychologist, I tell her I can adjust
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| Anything in the world that be bothering her
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| Everywhere I go, guarantee she go
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| Pussy pop on the low like a silencer
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| Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that
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| Crash that, then I’m back at the dealership
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| Diamonds on my necklace, diamonds on my left wrist
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| Diamonds on my right wrist, damnit I’m the brightest
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| Back to the realest shit
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| You an exclamation, fuck an explanation
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| Better watch yo lady!
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| Better watch yo lady!
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| Back to the realist shit, niggas ain’t raw
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| You grilling, I’mma menage a woman and I
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| Barrage, be intimate, a massage beginning with
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| Caress from her tongue, deep throat raw
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| Lot’s of trauma, ya baby momma
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| Brain is crazy: Jeffrey Dahmer
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| And I’m finna shoot like a dirty llama
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| Big truck kicking up dust: conquer
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| Chocolate seats: Willy Wonka
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| Passenger: Pretty Woman
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| Directed back, bring ya compass
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| You bringing Carson, you bringing Compton
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| Y’all bring the nonsense, we bring the real
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| Like pro tools, never gross 500 mil
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| And we out in Brazil, in the green like Blankas
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| Bonkers, tell 'em Top Dawg is here!
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| Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that
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| Crash that, then I’m back at the dealership
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| Diamonds on my necklace, diamonds on my left wrist
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| Diamonds on my right wrist, damnit I’m the brightest
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| Back to the realest shit
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| You an exclamation, fuck an explanation
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| Better watch yo lady!
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| Better watch yo lady!
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| I think it’s that give us that back
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| Whatever war you bring, send me to Iraq
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| I rap like my tongue was sitting on a match
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| You struck by lightning, frightening, gotta be a Heisman
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| Trophy, lowkey, the one and only
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| Slay a ho, play a ho like an oldie
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| Yup, and I’m dope like Opi
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| Um, so I’m out when the police
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| Come, like a nut, I’m a nut
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| For the bucks like a shotgun bust, and I bust
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| Venom inside the brains of young dames
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| Like Mr. Dash speaking to his kids on Jay-Z
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| We running the game
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| Y’all slipping like run in the rain
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| Ya bitches running away from y’all to us
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| In God we trust, at y’all we bust
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| Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that
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| Crash that, then I’m back at the dealership
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| Diamonds on my necklace, diamonds on my left wrist
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| Diamonds on my right wrist, damnit I’m the brightest
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| Back to the realest shit
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| You an exclamation, fuck an explanation
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| Better watch yo lady!
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| (Boom!) Bounce (Boom!) Bounce
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| Better watch yo lady! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Yo Lady (feat. Kendrick Lamar), artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп