| Me and my niggas was in the cut like rubbin' alcohol
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| Shaded up with a girl or two, not a worry at all
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| I’m with them niggas in LA, that you know about, know about, from your girl
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| From the word of her mouth, I’m the only name that come out her mouth
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| To the South, Texas state, yeah that’s where my family at
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| Deep up in the country homie where people be burnin' trash
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| Rollin' by, feelin' hella good, I been up in Inglewood
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| Since Paul Peirce went to Inglewood went from hood to hood
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| Love it there, taught me how to be a man
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| Hear them dudes rappin' 'bout it, but really they don’t understand
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| I come from a little somethin' called the streets, taught me how to be a man
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| Hear them dudes rappin' 'bout it, but really they don’t understand
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| Understand?
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| Girls come around, man they been tryna get it out me
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| Niggas in my face, they don’t know nothin' about me
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| Most these niggas fake, I say loud I say it proudly
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| We got money to make, and we don’t trust anybody, anybody
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| Said we don’t trust anybody, anybody
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| I said high school, 11th grade, CDs in my back pack
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| However need it that, they got it, next time they come back, they on it
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| Most these chickens actin' on it, lovin' how I’m tappin' on it
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| Niggas hit me up, yeah they lovin' how I’m rappin' on it
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| Said I will attack a track, and this gone need a rappin' lawyer
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| Charged before assault, look at all this shit I bought
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| I’m always tryna floss, and when I get I’m a do it right
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| Straight shinin' on them lames, from the mornin' to the night
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| From the mornin' to the night, I take the air, takin' flight
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| Yeah that’s that LA shit, Young Gies on they playlist
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| Jordans and the gold chain, Illmatic pumpin'
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| Nas did it first and now I’m 'bout to tell 'em somethin'
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| They all up in my face when I walk up in the function
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| Them girls wasn’t dancin', but now they all jumpin'
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| I said Jordans and the gold chain, Illmatic pumpin'
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| Nas did it first and now I’m 'bout to tell 'em somethin', Veggies
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| Hey girl, what’s your name? |
| Do you wanna suck a dick?
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| Who am I? |
| Wolf Haley, yeah I’m known for punchin' bitches
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| In the fuckin' brain, do wanna give me some?
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| No you don’t? |
| Why you won’t? |
| Oh, you’re a fuckin' nun
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| Didn’t mean to offend, oh, you’re a lesbian
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| So I’m guessin' you don’t really like to put your trust in men?
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| Who do I trust? |
| Um, heroine addicts and
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| Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, yeah I can count on them
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| Who is him? |
| Signed proof in a suit
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| Cream six panel cap with the green brim
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| It’s box logo this, box logo that
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| Usually a caucausian, big swallow on the cat, oh snap
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| I am, spittin' like I got chipped tooth, I suppose that
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| Golf Wang nigga, know that or that can
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| Turn into some neck, gettin' snapped up properly
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| Tyler Creator and Casey Veggies, fuck broccoli
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| Yeah, DTA in this bitch
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| I don’t trust nobody nigga
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| I mean, you can trust these niggas but
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| At the end, they fuckin' you, no homo
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| Swag (Casey Veggies nigga
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| Tyler the Creator, from '07 and to beyond) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DTA feat. Tyler, The Creator , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Sleeping in Class, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп