| Yeah we found out about you boy
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| You been exposed
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| You knew we was gon' know, you knew we knew anyway but
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| We puttin it out there now, you feel me?
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| Exposed, exposed, exposed
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| We found out, we found out, we found out
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| No more handouts, no more sucker-ass cats
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| Who claim to have the floorplan for this game of rap
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| With the false promises like they know the route
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| You be tryin to grind, while they tryin to be cute
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| They not gangster, but they tell people they are
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| Youse a fake-ass nigga tryin to be a star
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| When the last time you been in a beef, or a broad
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| I’ll give ya two seconds, you can’t recall
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| You ain’t never walked in the gutter got gully or nothin
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| You studied my lifestyle to get you somethin
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| But I stopped short of punchin you dead in the nose
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| Takin only your jewels, strippin you of your clothes
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| You soon to be exposed, and that’s enough
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| It’s unbelievable how long you held the bluff
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| You two days from gettin, snuffed and slashed
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| I’mma take my belt off, and whip your ass!
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| Give it up duke, you done made a million or more
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| Tryin to shut them fly niggas like me from tour
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| And your manager, tryin to front fly and shit
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| Nice car, nice chips, dumb as a brick
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| No sweat what comes around goes around we know that
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| Loyalty means nothin to you, you showed that
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| And all that talk about bein a man that’s bullshit
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| I heard the «Flavor of Love» could use a new bitch
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| Youse a Moe nigga, you pay for your chips
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| Talk greasy shit to me and get, punched in your lips
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| No I don’t trip, I’m makin moves on new shit
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| And you and your corny friends have been dismissed
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| Fuck it’s not a hate thing I don’t get down like that
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| It’s a real thing, so I stay close to the gat
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| And I’m watchin you so you better stay on your toes
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| Your reign is over bitch, you done been exposed, f’real
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| Youse a wah wah nigga, a straight baby nigga
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| You want what you want and your way, not today
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| In front of niggas, you wanna do me harm
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| Behind my back you straight, cryin to your moms
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| Youse a grown-ass man but wanna be a kid
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| Go home and be the little brother to your sibs
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| I’ll break the ribs and show the whole world you ass
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| I can’t believe, how long you lasted
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| Soon you get blasted, I can see the future
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| Your face ain’t nothin but cuts and bruises
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| Blood on your face, strapped to a pole
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| Wit’cha big boyfriend runnin up in your hole
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| You been exposed, you can’t hide now
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| Here go 'head and end it, click click blaow~!
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| Yo we know the deal baby, you been exposed
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| Don’t come around us no more, or we gon' tear your lil' ass up
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| Ah hah, Shug Diamonds baby
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| Big Shug, we know about it now
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| The whole world know your fakeness, bitch ass |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exposed, artist - Big Shug. Album song Street Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп