| Now tell me what it do shawty
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| My niggas don’t know no better we came to get naughty
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| Smoke a lil dank, get in a few fights and sip some 40s
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| You know im a young lord who was raised outa your territory
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| So give me a chance before you lable me bland
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| My niggas is hood rich, give good dick, and she wanna strip
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| Then she gotta let my niggas hit
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| Turn it out, burn it out, tell the hoes smoke this
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| Smokin' on the best dope, potent
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| Reminiscing bout the shit i did last year
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| Shit was so good why you livin' in fear
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| Nigga, Reminiscing bout the shit i did last year
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| Shit was so good got you livin' in fear
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| Harry potter room i was livin' under there, Nigga
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| No bullshit, i was under them stairs
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| Waited till flylo said come over here, kill it
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| Fuck these rappers in the game nigga you vicious
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| Im like «You delirious, i ain’t shit but a fuckin' nigga bruh»
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| He was like «Foreal?» |
| I was like «No man
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| I was just joking just to see what you would say damn»
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| Then i disband like the arms on Rayman
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| Fuck you Clyde find an N64, Swag
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| God yes, no offense, howda ya been
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| Don’t trip, but shit, iv’e been better friend
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| Tryna change the world with my dick and my balls
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| Eyes fucked up can’t see through the fog
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| But i don’t need those got a nose like a dog
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| PH to the bone, Brainfeeder till I’m gone
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| That’s all
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| One thing, You can’t fuck wit a nigga like me
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| Nah, You can’t fuck wit a nigga like Z
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| Can’t fuck wit a nigga like me
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| Can’t fuck wit a nigga like Azizi C4 Gibson
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| Thats my name, tell me that ain’t playin'
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| Oh you like my step, but i ain’t crip
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| I live a sweet life, Let the niggas hit the tip
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| Man ya’ll fake blood, What is ya’ll kingsmen
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| Don’t do work unless your paying me business
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| Free my niggas i’m all about friendship
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| Free my niggas i’m all about friendship! |
| Shit
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| Don’t forget that i’m dope
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| Don’t tell a cop unless you wanna get smoked
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| GCO flow, we don’t ever get shown
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| I’ll let the load out just to let a nigga know
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| Boom Clack Powers whole chest gone
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| You don’t understand, well fuck it yous' slow
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| Nigga, Boom Clack Powers whole chest gone
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| Nigga you don’t understand, well fuck it yous' slow
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| PreHISTORIC nigga yeah we finna get dough
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| Hopped on the scene, like who the fuck are you?
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| If you ain’t finna match then its really fuck you
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| With your silly ass weed and ya ugly bitch too
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| Inferno heart, got a soul of demon
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| Been fienden' to sink my teeth into a human
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| Photosynth' got the east coast bloomin'
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| Do it till your mind and soul is oozin'
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| I wanna live my life, Make these bands
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| And cop a whip, and take your bitch
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| Whats wrong with that, Thats how we live
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| We the niggas from the pimp, roll a spliff
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| Fuck the dis nigga just get rich
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| And then suck on my Diiiiiiiiickkghh
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| You can’t fuck wit a nigga like ME ME ME ME ME |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Winners Circle , by - Azizi Gibson. Song from the album Ghost in the Shell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп