| And I got a bad bitch, and she acting shy
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| All these motherfuckin' sticks nigga, I can’t let shit slide (Nah)
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| All these shooters doing drills every day, it’s like the Ch’i
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| Where I come from you can’t lack, every day I tote that fire (Gang)
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| I remember thirteen with that stick, doing drive-bys (Sticks)
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| Niggas touring on machines (Machines), I can’t let that shit fly (Nah)
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| Teachers said I won’t gon' be shit, nigga, 'cause I stay high
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| All these racks up in my pants (Racks), nigga, I’m the bad guy
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| Everybody talkin' stress, nigga, that’s why I got five (five)
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| Niggas talking behind my back, nigga, but it’s all lies
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| In a foreign, double down, yeah I’m toting two .9's
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| All my niggas in the street, and them niggas pullin' slime
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| I don’t really trust no nigga, 'cause these niggas be droppin' dimes
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| Hit that nigga with the stick, yeah, I shot him nine times
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| All my niggas live in crime, nigga, I don’t have no time
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| Slime that nigga for his work (Slime), he ain’t see shit like he blind
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| And I’m sipping on this red (Red), nigga, and that shit ain’t wine
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| In the trap, I got that fire, gotta keep it all times
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| And all these fucking drugs, I can’t pull up all the time (Nah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fly , by - Brodinski. Song from the album Evil World Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп