| DY Krazy
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Hold up, lemme roll up
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| Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| Hold up, hold up, lemme roll up, hold up, hold up
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| Lemme roll up, hold up, lemme roll up
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| Big ol' blower (Ha) and your daughter (Ayy)
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| First, you go high (Yeah) then she go lower (Ayy)
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| Should I go lower (Ayy)
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| Can you go slower (Ayy)
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| I’ma be sore (Ayy), big enforce
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| Keep that score (Yeah)
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| Leave when it late
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| Nigga get watched, I’m sure (Yeah)
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| Damn, I can’t find the key to my car (Yeah)
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| She say I ignore her (Ayy) in that order (Yeah)
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| But she still gone lemme get that spoiler (Ayy)
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| She gone cross that border (Ayy) with 10 Ps on her (Ayy)
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| I want that, boy
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| I taught that, boy (Yeah)
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| I want a Dej Loaf
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| I bought that, boy (Yeah)
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| Yeah it ain’t cool to act like you bout that, boy (Yeah)
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| Killa with a throwaway
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| Had to toss that, boy (Yeah)
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| I was born bad, boy
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| You broke, bad boy (Yeah)
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| Start letting off shots when I saw that boy (Yeah)
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| She was in my bathroom taking makeup off her face (Yeah)
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| Roll a big blunt of loud, how I start out the day (Yeah)
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| I was broke back then, now I’m ballin' today (Yeah)
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| I’ma get the cake and throw it all in they face (Yeah)
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| I love getting brain but we call it the face (Yeah)
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| If you heard some hissing, would you call it a snake (Yeah)
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| Niggas in they fake ways
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| Be the talk of the day (Yeah)
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| I’m just coolin', lil bitch
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| I’m off for the day (Yeah)
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| Court in the backyard
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| Bought a Spalding, today (Yeah)
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| Just picked up 100, did it all in a day (Yeah)
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| If I’m watching T.V., don’t be all in my way (Ayy)
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| Handed her some Listerine, bitch, you gone gargling today (Ayy)
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| Pull up to the Rarri and sparkin' away (Yeah)
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| Make the scene very scary
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| Press auto away (Yeah)
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| Nigga, ion’t fake pints
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| I throw the bottles away (Yeah)
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| Get my line today, told her to call me today (Yeah)
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| It was made today
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| For they happy today
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| For some fluke ass shit
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| Cops grabbed me today (Yeah)
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| But I’m so fuckin' fly, I be flapping away (Yeah)
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| Got strength like hawk
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| Might have to slap them away (Yeah)
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| One house in L. A, I can have 5 in the A (Yeah)
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| Do a drive-by
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| We driving away (Yeah)
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| Last night I had a dream that the sky went away (Yeah)
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| Create line on 'em then
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| They reliable today (Yeah)
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| Finna grab me some Trues and go grab me a bae (Yeah)
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| And you know it’s B.K. |
| cause I’m having my way (Yeah)
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| Bad bitch, B. K
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| And she got her ass done (Yeah)
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| And she keep her hair done
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| Definition, flat iron (Yeah)
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| And her hair not damaged
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| She don’t know about perms (Uh)
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| Keep her house real clean
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| She don’t know about germs (Ayy)
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| And the shit wasn’t handed
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| Had to earn my turn
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| And I get my shirts clean
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| I don’t iron what I earn (Yeah)
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| When niggas take shots it’s like they aiming up
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| Baby know a gangsta need a hug (Ayy, yeah)
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| Walked up in the club and through a dub (Uh, yeah)
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| Niggas went and bought ice and have it on tucked
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| Niggas get to pointing fingers get in front of the judge (Uh, yeah)
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| The system ain’t gone show a nigga no love (Yeah)
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| That’s why I walk in court, all iced up
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| You got ice too
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| Welcome to the ice club (Ayy, ayy)
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| Bullets get to flying like ice pucks (Ayy)
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| In 6th grade, I got hella write-ups
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| Keeping it real hefty
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| Would you tell me if you smell me
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| I know I got a problem can you help me
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| Help me (Ayy), can you tell me
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| If I had to go away, would you wait on me
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| Do they hate on me, yeah
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| Do I give a fuck, not really
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| Seats raspberry
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| Ion’t trust myself, I only trust my fucking family
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| And my casualties
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| Sitting at the spot
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| All this gelato, got a cavity
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| Gotta celery salary
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| Finna bury my sins under the motherfucking apple tree
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| Ain’t finna make something wrong with me
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| I ain’t hitting the blunt that you motherfucker pass to me
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| For those who judge me off my skin
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| I’m young, rich, and black and I’m motherfucking proud to be
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Proud , by - Chief Keef. Song from the album Back From The Dead 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп