| Cause I’m still tryna find it
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| And if I see it I’ll be blinded
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| And if I meet her she’ll remind me
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| Damn girl I’m just asking
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| Young Veggies went pro, no college
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| Signed my first deal, seen a lot of commas
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| Young black president like Obama
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| Told my family that I get em and yeah that’s a promise
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| And I would never break, never fake
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| You only get what you could take cause they ain’t handing out no plates
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| And I’m starving, the new sargent
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| I’m the type of nigga to get it regardless
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| The game I fell in love with it
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| I’m tryna see what’s up with it
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| She thinking I’m a drug dealer
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| Like where that money coming from nigga
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| They don’t really believe, it’s driving 'em insane
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| Rock my own clothes and paved my own lane
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| Going to get this cash the only thing on my brain
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| You see them bright lights
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| Veggies on that new shit, Life Changes my Blueprint
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| Sleeping In Class my Illmatic, exclusive
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| All my dreams intrusive, I’m thinking like Steve Jobs
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| I been rapping since 13, I ain’t never had bigger jobs
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| In middle school I used to intern at
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| Now I got my own store, the boy gettin' his own dough
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| I paved my own lane, I got my own flow
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| Childhood like propaine, they knew I was gon' blow
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| The game I fell in love with it
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| I’m tryna see what’s up with it
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| She thinking I’m a drug dealer
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| Like where that money coming from nigga
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| They don’t really believe, it’s driving 'em insane
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| Rock my own clothes and paved my own lane
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| Going to get this cash the only thing on my brain
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| You see them bright lights
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| Baby girl, she the baddest
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| She gon' buy my album even if it’s all ad-libs
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| Gold chain, gold ring, gold magnets
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| Sayin' she in love but she just wanna swipe my plastic
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| That’s the typical yeah girls love fashion
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| I’m a young king, need a queen above average
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| I spit about that money cause I’m killin' all this rap shit
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| You feeling like a hater tryna find a way to bash it
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| The game I fell in love with it
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| I’m tryna see what’s up with it
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| She thinking I’m a drug dealer
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| Like where that money coming from nigga
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| They don’t really believe, it’s driving 'em insane
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| Rock my own clothes and paved my own lane
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| Going to get this cash the only thing on my brain
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| You see them bright lights
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame
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| She fell in love with that fame, fame |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Jack City, artist - Casey Veggies. Album song Customized Greatly Vol. 4: The Return of The Boy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп