| Hah, hah
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| Word, word word
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| Yeah
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| They ask me all these questions, you know I ain’t answer shit, bitch
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| Check this out man
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| One thing 'bout me, you heard me
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| Hah
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| One thing 'bout me, I been 'bout a dollar bill
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| Put some money on your head, yeah the dollar kill
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| Shot a nigga 'till he dead, I got hundred skill
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| Love the blue hundreds, them my fuckin' favorite dollar bill
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| Nigga played yesterday, almost got killed
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| Cause told me don’t do it
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| He standin' there stupid, loc think 'bout your music
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| Your organization, the shit that you doin'
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| So I thought to myself, my flag stay to the left
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| Trojan, bitch I’m strapped to the death
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| Logan, purple red gang in myself
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| If you dissin' you rather off hangin' yourself
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| These niggas not authentic (no)
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| I came from the water with sharks in it (word)
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| Bitch I’m on point like a dart with it (yeah)
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| My car full of gas like a fart in it, for real (that's on my mama)
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| These niggas are nobodies
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| Back to teh basics, faded up like Yo Gotti
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| Say you killer, caught no bodies
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| Nigga talk around me, hit three out of four targets
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| Get smoked like Bob Marley
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| Headshot a nigga 'til he dead and his heart stoppin'
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| Yeah the feds found four bodies
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| Cracker ass bitch, like I said I don’t know 'bout it (that's on my mama)
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| Where was you at on the twenty-second?
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| Nah, can’t answer no questions (no questions)
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| Have you ever seen this Smith &Wesson?
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| Nah, do you want to sell it? |
| (how much?)
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| I was locked up in my celly (word)
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| Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (word)
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| I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
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| Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (word word word word)
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| Where was you at on the twenty-second? |
| (huh?)
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| Nah, can’t answer no questions (can't answer)
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| Have you ever seen this Smith &Wesson?
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| Nah, do you want to sell it? |
| (I want it)
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| I was locked up in my celly (woo)
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| Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (woo)
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| I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
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| Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| Listen up boys, I’ma tell you how to do it
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| Smack a fuck nigga if he ever acting foolish
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| Fuckin' on your bitch, probably shoot a fuckin' movie
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| The way she kill you would think she was Jewish
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| Shouts out to my fuckin' jeweler
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| Got me iced out, ain’t nobody cooler
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| Send my homeboys just to do you
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| Y’all fuck around like the turtles in the sewer
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| Bitch I’m the shit like cow manure
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| I’m shootin' shit like Rodney Brewer
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| You talkin' shit, I’m runnin' to you
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| I call a hit, let the Fonz do you
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| Fuck on a bitch just to ice out my wrist
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| AOB, yeah it’s all off a bitch
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| Pass her to cause, I call that assist
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| Shoot a nigga 'til he swish
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| Where was you at on the twenty-second?
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| Nah, can’t answer no questions (no questions)
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| Have you ever seen this Smith &Wesson?
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| Nah, do you want to sell it? |
| (how much?)
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| I was locked up in my celly (word)
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| Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (word)
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| I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
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| Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (word word word word)
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| Where was you at on the twenty-second? |
| (huh?)
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| Nah, can’t answer no questions (can't answer)
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| Have you ever seen this Smith &Wesson?
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| Nah, do you want to sell it? |
| (I want it)
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| I was locked up in my celly (woo)
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| Murder for hire, no snitchin' or tellin' (woo)
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| I got no calls or no type of mailin' (word)
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| Tell me where you was at when I was jailing (yeah yeah yeah yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Questions , by - BlocBoy JB. Song from the album Who Am I 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп