| I don’t give a fuck about what you think
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| I don’t give a fuck about what you feel
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| Drop that album I’ma too feel
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| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
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| I rock that still, sit in a cage
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| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
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| I pop that feel
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| Y’all motherfuckers is not that real
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| I’m a nutbagg
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me
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| I’ma gutbag em up, toe tag em
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| Kick like into the drag and don’t act em
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| Knife meat; |
| put rat poison up in my I.V.
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| Try me, to crack niggas back to the crime scene
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| I’m a crime scene maker life taker,
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| Take em on a stage and rape em
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| No apron, I’ma scrape his face and face Satan
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| I’ma take his place and get a Jason
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| Mask, better be ready to duck fast,
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| Never be ready to face me I cut grass
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| Leave em dead I put three in the head
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| Then I feed him the dead and foresee to cut stab
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| I don’t need to flip it I spit sick, got syphalistic
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| Your bitch get lit, I’m telling you this
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| It’s the sickness shit, I’m smelling you this shit
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| You get twisted (grrr)
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| I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid
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| Now my life’s stuck in the cage
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| I stayed with the same block in the gage
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| My heart’s burning and I’m turning the page
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| Anybody that face me I get em flayed
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| Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades
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| I spit sicker than a bag of aids
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| 'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom!)
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| Get sick’d of this, get a butcher knife
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| Slit your bitch’s wrists, now you took a life
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| And a 56 and a hooker like
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| Yo bitch is with me, tell her goodnight
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| I’m 51, 51, 50
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| Don’t get the hong, lick
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| You gon' get licked, don’t sit too rich
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| Lynch is gon' get it
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| Don’t get with this quick
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| I spit liquid
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| I don’t give a fuck about what you think
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| I don’t give a fuck about what you feel
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| Drop that album I’ma too feel
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| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
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| I rock that still, sit in a cage
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| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
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| I pop that feel
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| Y’all motherfuckers is not that real
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| I’m a nutbagg
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me
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| I’ma put average niggas up in the attic
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| take they bitches and stab em up in the abdomen
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| Leaving bodies on medicine after new I’m havin you
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| For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
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| You got bit of the sickness, nigga haven’t you
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| It’s like cocaine so I don’t got an attitude
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| Badabim, badabum I’m in your room
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| And all I wanna do is sing another tune
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| Ring another tool, bring another hookie
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| Cut up, what up, shit nut up, with us
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| Get fucked up with us and don’t fuck with us
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| Get cut up the butt, quick shut up your butt slit
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| Razorblades, today’s the day, cause you paved the way
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| For two day to get ate up
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| Shave his legs, and two pays get blazed up
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| Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
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| Emriel Lagassi, your posse
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| You don’t see what I see you’re not me
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| With this shit I’ma get my monoply
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| Not even a freight train can stop me
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| Not even a straight cane could rock me
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| Use weed to maintain a top speed
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| Low down, slow down with the fo' pound, no now, you go now (you go now! grr!)
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| I’m in the rage, I didn’t get paid
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| Now my life’s stuck in the cage
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| I stayed with the same block in the gage
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| My light’s burning and I’m turning the page
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| Anybody that face me I get em flayed
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| Layed in the shade with a bag of ‘nades
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| I get sicker than a bag of aids
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| 'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades
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| I don’t give a fuck about what you think
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| I don’t give a fuck about what you feel
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| Drop that album I’ma too feel
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| Crack that yak bitch pop that pill
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| I rock that still, sit in a cage
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| I got a f type of crap, pop that steel
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| I pop that feel
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| Y’all motherfuckers is not that real
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| I’m a nutbagg
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
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| I don’t give a fuck about how you feel
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| About me, I kill for free, I’m still just me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nutbagg, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Dinner And A Movie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп