| Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I’m about to tell
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| Another tale about that yayo
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| Little girl once innocent and sweet
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| 14 introduced to the street
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| Started from weed, big smoke outs
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| Before you could exhale, blunt in your mouth
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| Sham, Nay, blew you blew
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| Now you need something else to do
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| A new high to try, a new place to go
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| Introduced to the yay to the yo
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| House full of girls, old and young
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| Playin it on the table takin one on ones
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| Use dollar bills just to snort the lines
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| You see the big girls do it so of course it’s fine
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| Cocaine enforced on your mind
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| Now blow, then they blowin ya time
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| Let’s go
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| Ayo for yayo
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| Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal
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| I must have been craze yo
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| (San Quinn)
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| Chompin and compin kicks
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| Supplyin people with they fix
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| Where you fit?
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| Fillmore Street is where you sit
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| Don’t go in the house till you move a zip
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| Worked a day and night shift
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| To stay awake, a nigga might sniff
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| Not too much cuz you might slip
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| Instead of 28, you cookin 26
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| Keep a gat in the pack in the sock
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| Take a couple of tubes, then its back to the block
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| Back to the service out the sack
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| Experimentin with that salt, what about that crack, huh?
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| One try, another try without a doubt
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| Papered out, always at the Powder house
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| Day time, night time, nigga part it out
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| Couldn’t been papered a power house
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| (San Quinn)
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| Like you and I, super high, like superfly
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| One more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian Fine
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| I can keep you down, and get you high
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| You like to blow? |
| like Boston George
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| You want some more, for you and your whores?
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| I kick off wars, and get behind walls
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| And corporate doors, executive nose sore
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| Rich man, high, eight balls and quarters
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| They call me, placin they orders
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| Bring me across the border, buyin the case
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| Before I’m sold, they take the case
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| Snortin habit, not with affordin
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| Some use me, strictly out of boredom
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| I hooked people before man, I warned them
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| I took many people out before them
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| Doin my job, connected wit the mob
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| Got President Bush, Whitney, and Bob
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| Many others all walks of life have one on ones with me every night
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| That’s some good coke |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ayo, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Hells Kitchen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп