| The most hated, most underrated
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| But it is, what it is
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| Cartier’s studded frames on my facial
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| By this tint, you can sense I’m bi-racial
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| Benevolence of a pimp and I’m grateful
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| Heaven sent, I was meant for a late view
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| Lived the life, unknown the most
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| Never boast, got that grown approach
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| I get it in, professor with the dividends
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| Doe or Die, succesor of my sibblings
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| You know it
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| From petty crimes to a street poet
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| It’s all the grind, steady mind, taught to keep forward
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| The game’s crucial, no gangs I remain neutral
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| It’s more fruitful, trueful I’m living beauful (beautiful)
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| What the loot do, love it or leave it
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| Minor beef to above it to breathe it
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| Reclining seats, fuck how others perceive it
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| I’m doing me, hip-hop since Spoonie Gee in ziplocks
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| So I ask why y’all fooling with me
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| I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
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| To get the things I have
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| I work hard
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| To get the things I have
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| And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, yeah)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me
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| Imagine this: no money, just arrogance and hungry
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| Can see a sex freak, fly mystique and spunky
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| Comfy amongst the streets why y’all creeps is lunchmeat
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| Frauds, like emotional broadsthat’s on their monthly
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| Grungy, violence is the only respect
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| The stress numb me
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| Death is the last thing left
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| So get from me if your math ain’t matching your words
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| I know the half so when I laugh I’m just relaxing my nerves
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| Love furs, diamonds is a mans best friends
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| His and hers is all captured on the camera lens
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| I’m what it was, for the buzz and the torch was lit
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| Never a dud, you all bug, get off my dick
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| Y’all need hugs, I’m just trying to mind my own
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| Little patron, few shines, all kind of colognes
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| Monotone, it’s assertiveness that come when you grown
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| I sense nervouseness, y’all know I’m in that murderous zone
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| But still courties, shake hands and kiss the kids
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| Make plans with the Ms. take trips to live
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| Why bid when the smart got a lot of advantage
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| It’s a art, so know that y’all involved with a mammoth
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| Single handed, never taken nothing for granted
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| Never fronting, my face ain’t never touching the canvas
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| Understand this
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| I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
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| To get the things I have
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| I work hard
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| To get the things I have
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| And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, alright)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, baby)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate AZ (Why you wanna play on me)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
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| Why you wanna, playa hate AZ
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| Why you wanna, playa hate on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Game , by - AZ. Song from the album Undeniable, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп