| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they wyling
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| Sticking they chopper out the window
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| Everybody grab extendos
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| Come to your house, like some intruders
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| Keep the strap on me, all up in hooters
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| I ain’t even tripping, I know the game come with snakes
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| Try to cross me, you crossing a nigga who got cake
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| Bloody summer, up the murder rate
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| Got to test the shooters, better not hesitate
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| Let a nigga play with me, his pussy ass dead yesterday
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| Mike & Ikes on that stick, Put Mike & Ikes on your bitch
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| What goes around comes around, I heard that karma is a bitch
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| Pull up on a nigga, you talking bout taking what?
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| What’s the situation? |
| Bullets penetrating
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| Feels good to go to war when your cake up
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| Bullets kissing niggas, go ahead and make up
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they wyling
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| Sticking they chopper out the window
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| Everybody grab extendos
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| Dudes with Rugers trained to murk the foolish
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| Paratrooping, got the drop on em
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| , we got Glocks for em
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| Wyling out, busting twin cannons
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| AR singing like Mariah, leave em there
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| High and buying bags and, tryna fry this lil chicken nigga
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| Melon splitting, all those killers thinking
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| So precise, talking dame dizzle
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| But it’s raining rounds so they can’t miss em
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| Every victim used to be an issue
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| 7 thousand just to spend on pistols
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| And them will rearrange your gristle
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| Seven six to a scud missile
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| Scrub nigga, call me mister clean
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| All you see is beams, red on em, got the green light
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| Youngins with me ain’t been living right
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| You’ll take a chance and they’ll take your life
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| AK on em with the lighter knife
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| MAC 11 with the night sights
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| Type bring guns to a knife fight
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| Still stab a nigga cause it’s on sight
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| If I owe you I’mma get right, yeah!
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they wyling
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| Sticking they chopper out the window
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| Everybody grab extendos
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my shots they silent
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| One thing bout my gang
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| They all gon bust, even who driving
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| Can’t flex, I love to shoot the MAC 10s
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| Make a blood bath, 6 feet in the deep end
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| Put the barrel to his chin if he six ten
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| Only pull out the vector on the weekends
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| I forgot I keep a pump like the trapper
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| Yeah I shop at Jefferies, but I am no butler
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| I stay doing deep shit like I am Jay Cutler
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| Remix the like DJ Flip Mustard
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| Shoot at his lungs till they turn to linguini
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| Italian boss shit, all I eat is fettuccini
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| You better know Flippa squeeze till it’s empty
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| Hit em with the semi, and skrt off in the
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| One thing about it, you know I shoot fast
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| Small and big chopper I call em
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| I’m a true drinker, it’s lean in my flask
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| Lots of green in my face like I’m the mask
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| Give my lil nigga a task, he gone pass
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| We might load em up, Flippa we shoot real fast
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| ripped out and I keep ten mags
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| I seen your bitch lately and she look like trash
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| All of my niggas they violent
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| All of my niggas they wyling
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| Sticking they chopper out the window
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| Everybody grab extendos
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| Jump out the car, and all you hear is
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| All of my niggas they violent |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violent , by - Ca$h Out. Song from the album Kitchens & Choppas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп