| As I’m gone bitten knittin, it’s too much space
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| I’m bustin out the seams in your motherfuckin place
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| Got to dwell, oh well, My DT crew gets wrecked
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| I live my last days as if my last breath
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| All you player hatin mother fuckers challenge our balance
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| Tricks try to get with Lo-Lo regs and scallion
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| Now can dre my dog make up the DT bitch
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| So whatcha watch cause we gettin rich
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| Can i kick it with my lo-dog
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| Fill my heart you got the blunt i got the boones
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| For alls yalls so let me break it down like this
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| And if you ain’t my folks dont ask me for shit
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| Biyotch!
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| I runs my flows like carl lewis, you blew it
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| Tried to step to the scene as though you knew it
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| And now
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| I’m zippin through the air waves
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| My gift of gab was given to me in my younger days
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| A bye bye to my alarmin
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| And could you refrain from please squeezin the charmin
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| Nigga, cause you got none and you get stunned
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| When i bluckha-bluckha to your motherfuckin dome
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| Then my crew played the Glock Glock Glock
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| So let me bust this shit without the hassle, non stop
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| Smokin fools like a mother fuckin blunt dre gave me
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| And all you niggas talkin bout save me
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| Chumpin
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| Say a ho oh no
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| You fuckin wit that DT L-O L-O
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| You should know that Lo-Lo when im felon
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| Im wellin in my heart i’d obey with my nigga dre
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| Biyotch
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| (Verse 2: Andre Nikatina)
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| Is that how you’re comin, well um
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| This is your boy dre
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| You boy comin like this
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| Nigga you worser than being a gay son
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| Im a pimp you better roll a 20 sack and dont think you can skimp
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| So if you got a glass jaw yous a caterpillar
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| So im a kick fucks like d treating niggas motherfucka
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| You dirty like the New York subway
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| T-run you little cunt you be good as me one day Not
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| I respect you like a racist white cop
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| So check the plastic Glock thats dropped in my sock
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| Cause feelin like the soul train
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| You knock me off the track
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| Terminator couldn’t sing it better I’ll be back
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| Fuck that
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| I dont forget and will not forgive
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| And dont give a fuck if you die your alive
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| As i laugh and stretch your neck like an african giraffe
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| Like a do-do a sexy ho, im all up in your ass
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| Then its actual im always in jeans lookin casual
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| Fuck being nationwide fool im international
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| Like anywhere i fits in and niggas i been blessed
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| Cause where i gets in i fits like a sun dress
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| On a 21 year old butterscotch if i have to freaknic
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| Da pussy’ll have to fluff em up wantin me to freak this
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| Table, this hippo, Lo-Lo get the boones
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| And we’re going to fuck every pussy hole in the room
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| They ain’t my folks
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| Creamin in their motherfuckin face
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| Im on the under well just have NIO
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| But i like west grand
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| An indo joint burns in my hand
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| You should have left before i thought, you had your chance
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| You think the shit got squashed cause the shit got old
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| Now your from the state necked knocked out cold
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| Motherfucka
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| Ain’t my folks, ain’t my folks either
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| Nigga you need to stop bringin all those blunts in front of squeeze sometimes
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| Motherfucka |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Aint' My Folks, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song I Hate You With A Passion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп