| «Yeah»
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| 2016 no more games with these fuckboys
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| Cash Money mo' fuckin' records bitch
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| Yeah yeah, smoke one
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| «It happened it 1947»
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| Yea
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| The bigger the test the bigger the conquest
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| The bigger the check the bigger the complex
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| This morning I woke up to some bomb sex, from a freak bitch that I met at the
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| front desk
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| Takin' off like my brother off-set
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| Cause I got the diamonds Bird gave me they offset
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| Somebody gotta point me out a rapper who ain’t taken a loss yet
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| «Point em' out»
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| I turn this downtime into cross-fit
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| 2-thousand-16 I’m on boss shit
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| Even when I served, I was never on no «takin' no loss» shit
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| You ain’t got a pistol don’t floss shit
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| My homies they a different type of artist they draw shit
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| Have you feelin' sketched out playin' shit safe the best route
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| These the games you wanna be left out
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| Sometimes I get on percocet when I’m stressed out
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| Other times I get some head with her chest out
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| How many hoes I fucked that I can’t announce
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| Cause she got a man, try me, I make the cannon bounce
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| Yea
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| Us black & white, San Antonio Spurs, if you ain’t bout' action then you only
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| your words
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| If you ain’t actively manifestin' yo destiny it only occurs
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| If it don’t hook you in it’s only a verse
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| If you been talkin' like you gon' do something to me show me your worst
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| I ain’t scared of nothin' I’m shootin' first
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| Yea!
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| Goddamn!
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it!
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| Goddamn!
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| Heard some of the shit that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted
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| Goddamn!
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| Pull up whippin' at the spot sittin' low its the 4-pop
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| Somethin' fishy bout' ya like you work at the pro-shop
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| All of y’all dramatic like you act on the Soap-Op
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| Prolly cause my shit is poppin' off and you so not
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| Don’t wanna be like Jay poloticin' with Politician
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| Rather be on shrooms at the beach writin' composition
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| I put in the effort there ain’t gonna be competition
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| This a PSA to every rapper, yo clock is tickin' gotta vision gotta mission
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| gotta let it know that I’m not permittin'
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| Anybody stoppin' my shine got a pot to piss in but that ain’t finna' stop me
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| from shittin' on em'
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| Yea
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| That ain’t finna' stop the sauce from drippin' on em'
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| They sendin' shots by the lyrical context
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| But I don’t talk about the spiritual concepts
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| But sometimes gotta increase the fan-base
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| I know a snake when he can’t do the handshake!
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| Put the lawnmower to landscape
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| Start to paint a picture so vivid you can’t erase
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| Handle plates
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| Our country-fucked if I’m assessin' the candidates
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| If Donald Trump wins maybe a man of space
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| I’d still be smokin' on Moon Rocks
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| Holla' at the days I had dime bags stuffed in the tube socks
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| I got a mouth like that jit on The Boondocks
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| I’m tryna' stack 6 figures 'n' shoe box
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| Goddamn!
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it!
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| Goddamn!
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| Heard some of the shit that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted
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| Goddamn!
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| Whew, still got it
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| Heard you just bought the whole team new brights and you had them all frosted!
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| Goddamn!
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| Still got it
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| «GAHDDAMN!»
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| Thought you might’ve lost it
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| «Lost it, yeah»
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| «God-damn you still got it»
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| Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea
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| Life’s a bitch and I’m Bill Cosby
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| Countin' more money I’m in the lobby
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| We got the hoes and got the oil Abu Dhabi
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| Stuntin' ain’t only a habit that shit a hobbie, you got me?
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| Pussy better never try me I’m with the YG
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| Someone asked him «Where is the chopper?»
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| He said «Beside me»
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| Someone asked me where are my problems
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| I said «Behind me»
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| Same place I left all my haters they tryna' blind me
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| My bitches wily, they on a trance out they body
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| On the molly
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| Going fast, no Ducati
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| Jump out Bugatti
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| Got that shit they tryna' copy, it never stop me
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| Told my bitch to get the posse
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| Bout to do a fucking naked tour I feel like Miley
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| Half these bitches lookin' at my dick and gettin' smiley
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| I’m tryna' dip and tryna' disappear they tryna find me so I dont need a critic
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| to remind me
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| That I still got it
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| Bitch
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| «Oh my god, its gonna explode»
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| «I'm in a 15, velocity 2,900 feet-per-second. |
| Altitude 9 nautical miles,
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| stands remained distance 7 nautical miles.»
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| «This is not standard this is not something that is planned…» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thought U Lost It , by - Caskey. Song from the album Black Sheep 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп