| Shut it down
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| Want the drama, call your boys
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| Stop talking
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| Got a problem, bring the noise
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| Young nigga turned nothin' to a whole grip
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| Whole grip, then half cable we had to play Go Fish
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| Now I’m in the rap game plottin' on the whole shit
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| A nigga was feeling like Brett Favre back in '06
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| Making plays off the phone flip
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| Flip-phone on my phone clip
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| Had to get home or mama gon' trip
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| Love too busy taking bone grips
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| House party bumping so loud, make the song skip
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| Give it to 'em raw on some shit
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| I got a couple dawgs out in Zone 6
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| That know a couple broads, said they don’t strip
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| Or gon' get naked if you gon' tip
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| Well, I ain’t got no cash for that ass
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| Just some Patrone if you gon' sip
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| And some long dick- so big pants won’t zip
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| Oh you want this?
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| Throw that shit to the boy bet you I won’t miss
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| White girls holding glow sticks
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| Shit-shit faced tryna' show tits
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| Fake niggas in my face on that bro shit
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| But I ain’t hearing ya’ll
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| Man I’m tryna' get involved
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| Pre-gamed the whole zip and I feel gnarly
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| Don’t talk to me in the party
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| I can’t hear you niggas sorry, sorry
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| Shut it down
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| Want the drama, call your boys
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| Stop talking
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| Got a problem, bring the noise
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| Ganja up in the air for the night
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| On stage it’s dreads and a mic
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| Fresh nigga make your girl wanna give me brain on site
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| And promoters gon' pay cause I’m nice
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| I gotta keep it going for everybody
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| When I bounce
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| Take a pound, break it down, and roll an ounce
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| Tech Decks cut the necks out my shirts
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| And get more compliments on that than her purse
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| Hot damn spent five bucks, you five racks
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| Still can’t get your chick off my back
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| All up on my Twitter, fuck off my sack
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| Only want cheese, treat her like a rat
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| Come to HOH, the house, see the facts
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| Then come to the crib, leave yo' phone where it’s at
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| You hit her on the jack she don’t text a nigga back
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| So it coming to how I do it, you can’t buy that
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| S-W-A-G, whatever you call it
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| Everybody plotting, anticipating you falling
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| Paying off the refs and telling them how to call it
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| So I don’t wanna talk to you niggas now that I’m ballin'
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| Dealers said place your bets, and now we all in
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| Every girl you double-tapped is about to fall in
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| Bouncing no starlin, after she off it
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| Tell her N-O like we back in New Orleans
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| No you can’t go, I got business to handle
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| And Benjy no benjies what we need our hands on
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| Feeling like John Stockton all these hoes I passed on
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| RIP to this shit I just gassed on
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| Promise you do it like this and you’ll last long
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| Do it like you don’t know when it’s your last song
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| Know you feel stupid, if we what you passed on
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| I give you a break, niggas go put your gas on
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| I Pre-gamed the whole zip and I feel gnarly
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| Don’t talk to me in the party
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| I can’t hear you niggas sorry, sorry |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bring the Noise , by - Audio Push. Song from the album The Stone Junction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп