| I remember hot days in the Honda, sittin' in the back
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| Before I had a dream, before I had a sack
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| Before I had a lot of girls singin' all the tracks
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| Writing raps trynna figure out if my daddy coming back
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| He alive, he just ain’t shit
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| And did a lot of things a real nigga can’t get
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| Like never go to jail but still make my life hell
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| Then start showin' up when a nigga’s tape sell
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| You failed, This is mom’s work, Kim, I love you
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| I had to write a verse for everytime I ain’t hug you
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| Because I was just mad, you was mad
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| That I looked just like my dad
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| I ain’t have plus the money wasn’t doing proper math
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| So you, had to take care of three kids
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| You did good girl, I’ll get you out the hood girl
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| You want a Benz and the house like you should girl
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| So I’m working 'til you get that from your middle one
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| Cause this one’s for the number four at Bakers
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| Watching Kobe on the Lakers
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| And before all this food came catered
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| Yeah you Rosa Prince turned King
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| I’ll probably have daughters and show 'em a father
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| This is ghetto fabulous filtered water
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| I’ll get you some water, baby
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| Just don’t ride my wave
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| I’ll get you some water, baby
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| Just don’t ride my wave
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| When I was young me and my momma had beef
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| Sixteen years old kicked out on the streets
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| I remember hot days in the Cadillac, or the Ford Focus
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| Head bobbin' in the front seat 'cause I was momma’s oldest
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| Look outside, see my cuzzo’s doin' dirt
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| She tried to save us so she put us in a church
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| Refrigerator empty just like momma’s purse
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| Anytime we asked for something she said wait until the first
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| Made it work, stackin' crumbs, trynna make it out these streets
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| They take money out her check, she come take it out on me
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| Plus her daddy was a killer so she dealt with lots of anger
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| She turned that bottle then come whoop me like a stranger, damn
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| Still I love every time I still forgave her right
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| Jealous of my bro because his pops was in his life
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| But when I get that million momma I’ma get you right
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| For every white tee, every meal, and every Nike you ain’t have to get
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| We didn’t have no mattresses, we had pallets on the floor
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| But we knew when them taxes hit
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| We gon' get that big screen with the Xbox
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| Some new Jordan’s livin' larger
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| Brand new whip, a brand new fridge with that ghetto filtered water
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| Drink up
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| I’ll get you some water, baby
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| Just don’t ride my wave
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| I’ll get you some water, baby
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| Just don’t ride my wave
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| Good days turned to long nights
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| Long nights
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| Let me know
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| Them good days turned to long nights
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| Long nights
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| Let me know
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| Them good days turned to long nights
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| Long nights
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| This is Too Much Fly High reporting live for 90 951 News. |
| We are on-scene at the
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| brush fires in San Bernardino California. |
| We’re told that they started earlier
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| today at the spark of an album release. |
| We’re getting reports, the entire
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| leftside is on fire now. |
| The leftside is on fire |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Fabulous Filtered Water, artist - Audio Push. Album song 90951, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп