| Prices goin' up in the city, twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
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| Twelve twelves and them lotto packs, same size as a bottle cap
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| Feds followin' my private page, think I’m dumb enough to hit the follow back
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| (Follow back)
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| Run this shit to the graveyard, I was tryna pull a triple double
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| Had a spot off of Strathmoor, behind the Nu Wave off of Sixth and Hubbell (Ah)
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| Lost Joey, left a nigga puzzled, all it take is one, caught him with a couple
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| Back then, used to seem like all a nigga used to do was get in trouble
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| Got brodie caught up in the shuffle, hood took him under, caught up in the
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| hustle
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| Fascinated by the street life, got tired of seein' my niggas struggle
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| Now we hoppin' out of space shuttles, 187 to designer fashion (Skrrt)
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| Had to round 'em up in a huddle, put a play together like I’m John Madden (Ah)
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| Line lookin' like Soul Train, flame burnin' off auntie eyelashes
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| So tied up in the dope game, a nigga couldn’t even see the time passin'
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| Where we at with it?
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| We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here)
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| Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
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| Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
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| Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, brr)
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| We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here)
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| Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers)
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| Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot)
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| Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, ah)
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| Gun shots make me comfortable (Make me comfortable)
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| Ayo, fuck y’all niggas
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| I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas
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| Your life is meaningless
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| Diamond chokers, snakeskin minidress
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| Never confess
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| Death is a reminder to the living
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| Grief is a gift that keeps on giving
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| All the niggas we done lost
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| This street shit came at a cost
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| Buffalo soldier, fully loaded clips
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| Dead bodies, duffle bags full of counterfeits
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| Stick to the script or I’ll remind you
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| Your life is meaningless
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| So very unfruitful
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| Griselda by Fashion Rebels |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roxycontin , by - BOLDY JAMES. Song from the album The Versace Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп