| You already know n*gga
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| Show the power of fuck
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| DJ Lil Keen
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| It all started here in late night
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| Homemade nails stole a bong from my n*gga
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| Third a fifty dollar slam
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| Pop them all down in meeks
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| In a triple zero bag
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| First one a phony bottle playing with Lil Shorty
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| Eat your ass alive n*gga
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| I’m Bebe’s son
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| My whole family full of gangsters we live by the gun
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| Blood line through a round mixed with jeep and gaper
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| And Antoine Escobar
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| And I’m the king of the cater
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| Here’s a full bottle hater
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| House spin is a little paper
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| I’ll have Medusa get ya a wag whole 90 double bag
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| Wipe the whole house out including the dog
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| But join the power mother fucker so I’m laying the law yeah (yeah n*gga)
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| Alley Boy the mother fucker done
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| Duct Tape Nation
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| You know what the fuck it is (yeah yeah)
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| A-Town n*gga this is my state
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| Disrespect DTB go hunt the murder rate
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| Shooting 15 with 15
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| Drake old choppers with me
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| Double back spin around twice
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| To get the whole team
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| I’m gonna get at your people
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| I’m gonna tie me a sneaker
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| Better keep police around you all night
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| My n*ggas got heaters
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| We been laying the law
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| Duct Tape taking the salt
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| Keeping my name out your mouth
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| Talking we gonna add all
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| Internet doesn’t get it
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| Kill us in the windy city
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| Blood thirsty men look a thousand n*ggas with it
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| N*ggas ain’t really living this
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| We were made for this
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| Straight out of the projects doing movies and shit
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| We’re gonna let the kitchen wind down just a little bit
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| Before the next hit killer guns click
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| Drawing set click
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| Wait your time is coming n*gga
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| Just wait for it
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| Double trouble
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| Mercenary mind state
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| Outlining my time fate
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| Take a good picture of my figure then you’ll define quick
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| Super hero negro I’m flying without a flying cape
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| They say it’s my time I say wait
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| There’s still food on the plate
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| Hungrier than those little people
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| Stuck out in Africa
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| Then I took aim at all your favorite rappers
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| But if you don’t salute me then I suggest you shoot or
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| Don’t say nothing mother fucker fuck you too
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| I’ll take your loot
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| Put it on your top I can’t stop it I get so crazy
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| I get a box I’ll get you pumped up
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| With a 12 gauge in a 12 days
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| Get the closest partner
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| Just in case he thinks it’s gonna be his next move kill him too
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| No he ain’t too still
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| Definition of fuck shit
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| Don’t let that internet shit get y’all fucked up
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| You know
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| It’s bad blood n*gga we way up
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| Still in the hood
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| Dante
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| N*gga can’t go nowhere
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| We everywhere |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mob Ova Everything , by - Big Bank BlackSong from the album Definition of F*ck Sh*t 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп