| I need to know where this guy is, and I need to know now!
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| Yeah yeah
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| Or I’m gonna rat you out
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| Motherfuckin' one eight seven, yeah yeah
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| For all the shit I know that you’ve done in your life! |
| I’m going to turn you
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| over!
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| That’s all it is nigga
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| Yeah, you know
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| Hella heavy
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| Yeah, I know they comin' for me
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| I know they comin' for me (Watch it)
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| Uh, bigga nigga
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| Yo, you niggas duck cats around your face is
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| Nothin' but duct tape
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| I need much breaks so back off for yo' soul take place
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| I’m frustratin' yo whole camp with sixteen bars
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| You talk about how I fluctuate with fifteen cars
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| I borrowed none, and far from y’all niggas don’t spittin' arson
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| Flame, the game won’t change, let me explain
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| From here to Kansas City (Okay) Jrzy to Miami
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| You didn’t catch me with two tight bitches up at the grammys?
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| Ask m how we livin' in Cali (How you live in Cali?)
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| Is it really crazy? |
| I tell 'em visit, or ride back to them
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| The difference is it’s young guns, tutored of that A1
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| Playin' red rum on the run this ain’t no game blood
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| I said blood, now you think I gang bang but I don’t
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| I’m from the bay and we say what we want
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| I got niggas in the O (Oakland) Niggas in the Sco (Frisco)
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| Niggas in the Rich that’ll kill you and yo' bitch
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| I done jumped bail, now the bounty hunters is comin'
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| They know I’m runnin' but they bitch that bailed me out
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| That took me under
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| No use in frontin' it’s all about takin' the right routes
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| Lookin' to the left they tryna check my every step
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| I was out of breath like *panting*
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| I was gon' die, runnin' from 'em like they tryna kill the AP.9
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| I was runnin' by surveillance, I’m so impatient
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| I was right about your state nigga, the federal state
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| The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
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| The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
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| Do the math nigga, we some pimps and sav niggas
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| Act bad niggas, chin check jab niggas
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| Who ain’t got the sense to put two and two together (What you stupid?)
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| It ain’t just a t-shirt up under my leather
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| You suckas make yo' feet work, motherfucka you better
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| Your up outta here, clear up and you outta here
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| Fuck all that ego trippin' that desert eagle spittin the real
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| Like it was written, now listen to some shit you can feel
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| Two mob niggas rappin' on a bay mob heater
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| Thuggin' in the bay holdin' Peters
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| Rollin' niggas controllin' bitches and countin' figgas
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| Anything to make the paper bigger
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| Who the hell do you think you are?
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| I’ll have your ass hangin' from a flagpole in the mornin'
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| I pray to god that if I ever had a grievance I’d have a little more respect
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| The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
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| The police comin' for me, (Five O, Five O Nigga)
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| Here nigga hide up in the spot (Get up outta here cuzz)
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
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| __Blast my enemies, take over infinity
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| double shots like a blast of Hennessy
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| I’m ready to kill sum, fisk a minimal you couldn’t with it
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| Say what? |
| Quit kiddin' me
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| ___ take her virginity
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| It’s the shit bags with my mac
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| Lickin' shots to ya kidneys
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| 'Cause we are the world you better ask Whitney
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| I’m a town nigga, think I’ma move? |
| And can’t take my family with me?
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| Industry rules got the odds against me
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| They wanna come and get me
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| 'Cause I’ma spit it like sixteen bars
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| Them baby sitter might like printed cigars
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| I fuck wit' stars, actresses madresses
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| Thangs take it to 'em flyin air my packages
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| Through a man in the east coast connected with migo
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| And every seven days, I’m coppin' ten of them kilo’s
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| I want cream, droppin' hot albums like ery month
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| Get independent money and still smokin' the
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| The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
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| The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
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| The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
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| The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
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| The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Comin for Me , by - Keak Da Sneak. Song from the album Headshotz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп