| When you got dumb cake up in the gun safe
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| They be waitin' for you in the bushes with the duct tape
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| Up and down the interstate, yeah, we really touch weight
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| It’s October, I’m about to flood another state
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| He went down in Arizona, don’t get me involved
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| An empty box and a call means they comin' for all
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| I had 6 burner phones, I got rid of 'em all
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| We get hit and sit down, we don’t talk to the law
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| Yeah they think I’m trippin', they listenin'
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| They know our every move, yeah they want us all in prison
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| That why I can’t see sleep at night untill they get in
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| We wrap 'em and we ship, I’m on another mission
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| I’m just young and I’m livin'
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| I don' seen the best of 'em jammed up (oouu)
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| Twenty-five to life in the can’s tough (ooouuu)
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| Never met a man that they can’t touch (ooouuuu)
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| Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us (oouu)
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| It’s 7 in the mornin' and they in my home
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| My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
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| Why it all start goin' wrong?
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| From talkin' on the phones
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| My phone still echo, the Feds won’t let go
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| Money never sleeps when you the black Gordon Gekko
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| Dope line lookin' like they waitin' on the retro
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| 6s, fixes, damn I feel special
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| Resale and I never pay retail
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| My shoe box money afforded me the Sprewells
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| And that then courted me a V-12
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| Avoid the phone if it’s soundin' like a sea shell
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| Too much clickin' in the connection
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| Connect the dots with my connect for my protection
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| Face to face, I place my order like a drive-thru
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| Fill the trunk, you know how I do, push
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| I don' seen the best of 'em jammed up (oouu)
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| Twenty-five to life in the can’s tough (ooouuu)
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| Never met a man that they can’t touch (ooouuuu)
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| Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us (oouu)
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| It’s 7 in the mornin' and they in my home
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| My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
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| Why it all start goin' wrong?
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| From talkin' on the phones
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| I don’t fuck with too many nigga, handle business on my own
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| 'Cause you niggas ain’t right and that’s some shit I don’t condone
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| I got homies behind the wall, wishin' they was home
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| They got jammed up, kept discussin' business on the phone
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| Biscotti turkey bags, boy, we burn up zips
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| 200 bands off them 20 dollar burn up flips
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| I’m going by myself when it’s time to burn up quick
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| That way police don’t have a clue when niggas turn up stiff
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| (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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| I’m dolo when I’m out makin' different moves
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| Pull up to the cookie shop just to pick and choose
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| I’m that nigga, don’t get that shit confused
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| 'Cause even when them niggas prayed I did, I didn’t lose, Machine
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| I don' seen the best of 'em jammed up (oouu)
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| Twenty-five to life in the can’s tough (ooouuu)
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| Never met a man that they can’t touch (ooouuuu)
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| Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us (oouu)
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| It’s 7 in the mornin' and they in my home
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| My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
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| Why it all start goin' wrong?
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| From talkin' on the phones |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loose Lips, artist - Berner. Album song The Big Pescado, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп