| I know she used to love me, had a niggas back
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| Here it comes, bad luck swooping like a black bat
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| I stay paranoid couldn’t even trust my homies
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| They felt it, started acting like they don’t know me
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| But I am me and I’mma always keep pushing
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| Little by little I learned that I don’t need a cushion
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| Now I’m on stage and everybody is lookin'
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| I’m on my own page and everybody looks like cooked meat
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| 524 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know, I bet you you know now
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| I don’t give a fuck about threats I got a blouw
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| Eighteen Teflon bullets under this towel
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| Cause I am me and I’mma just keep bustin'
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| Run up on a nigga no talking and no discussion
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| A whole bunch of led toes going up in your cousin
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| Your auntie, your uncle, your brother you thought it wasn’t
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| 424 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know I bet you you know now
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| Niggas talking to me but staring at my gal
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| I don’t pay attention I just watch 'em get aroused
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| Cause I am me and that’s really who she wanted
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| See we ain’t friends you didn’t keep it one hundred
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| Guns start shootin', you hundred miles and runnin'
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| Strange Music bitch we keep carrying guns and shit
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| 324 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know I bet you you know now
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| Bet you didn’t know I be shootin' like Kobe Bryant
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| Hit a nigga from long range soon as I sign in
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| Cause I am me and I’m running this game
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| Runnin' this game until I’m done in this game
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| Anyone of you niggas want it I make you flame
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| Heat a nigga and then eat a nigga soufflé
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| 224 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know, I bet you you know now
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| Sick enough to just run up and bust it in the crowd
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| Turn 'em into dinner and whoever goes down
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| Cause I am me and I’mma just keep eating
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| A nigga with a mask on and I ain’t trick or treatin'
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| Run up in your Halloween party cut 'em and leak 'em
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| Police never found 'em and its our little secret
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| 124 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know, I bet you you know now
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| Wanna see me fall off I’m all off the pow
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| I got choppas nigga call off your pals
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| Cause I am me and I’mma never stop shootin'
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| Tried hella times but I’m tired of recruitin'
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| Rollin' with my niggas I grew up, threw up with
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| Cause all you other motherfuckers can suck dick
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| Just under 24 miles to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know, I bet you you know now
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| Representin' the Snake and the Bat, nigga WOW
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| What you gonna do about it but throw in the towel
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| Cause I am me and I’mma just keep winnin'
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| Just like I was doing in the beginnin' straight gettin' it
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| Shit I ain’t a nigga that sit still I’m shittin' still
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| Splittin' pills itchin' get me a Benadryl now
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| 24 seconds to go to SoCal
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| And if you didn’t know I bet you you know now
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| Led toes there his head goes nigga blouw
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| No need for an ambulance this is not a nose bleed
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| Cause I am me and I’m probly out of town by now
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| Or in your bedroom closet right now
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| Wait until you fast asleep and lying down
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| Who told you serial killing ain’t dying down
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| 524 miles back to the town
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| And if you didn’t know I bet you you know now
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| Niggas talking to much but who clutch, none of 'em
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| No matter what you think I outlast everyone of 'em
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| Cause I am me and that’s the path I chose
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| I’m dank nigga you can smell me as I grow
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| Put you in the switcher and inhale I’m in hell
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| But I don’t know how I got there I need intel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blinded By Desire, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Coathanga Strangla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп