| Sos' baby
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| Banana boys
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| Yup, yup
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| BG, L
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| Put the K to your face
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| DJ’s on the beat so this bangin'
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Baby, my watch cost a condo
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| Pocket full of hunchos
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| 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
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| Still got the Glock with the green light
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| Sometimes shit don’t seem right
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| Pour that deuce with a big light
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| I remember runnin' 'round high school with a tool, thinkin' I’m cool
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| I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, didn’t have the flu either
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| Rocking my jewels
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| Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe
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| I cannot hoop but I know some niggas that really know how to shoot
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| Fuck you think you?
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| You don’t fuck with me then I don’t fuck with you
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| Thought we was cool
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| We gon' come out the blue and give your ass the blues
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| Stick go Kanye, scoopity scoop
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| My son mama say he been bad, I’m like, «Ooh, what he do?»
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Baby, my watch cost a condo
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| Pocket full of hunchos
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| 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
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| Still got the Glock with the green light
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| Sometimes shit don’t seem right
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| Pour that deuce with a big light
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| Come get your bitch, she on my heels
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| Tryna pull up in heels, 'cause I live in the hills
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| Shorty know I keep it real, you ain’t really from the field
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| Ice got me on chill, been running up the mills
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| But we not gon' give, Kool-Aid man, oh yeah
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| Turn a nigga to a car, put some bands on him
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| My mans ran on him, so I had to put my mans on him
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| Think he hot, throw a ten on him
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| If he got the drip, we gon' swim on him, ayy
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Baby, my watch cost a condo
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| Pocket full of hunchos
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| 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
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| Still got the Glock with the green light
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| Sometimes shit don’t seem right
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| Pour that deuce with a big light
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| Came through stuntin', smoking on skunk
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| Bitch we want it, bitch we done it
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| Bitch them fifties, bitch these hundreds
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| Like I ain’t got it, bitch I’m on it
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| Can’t run out of gas, can’t be stuck
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| Tell me the price, can’t be much
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| Niggas be talking like they can’t get touched
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| We gon' knock 'em down, you can help em up
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| Tadoe come cook 'em, pick 'em up
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| Get your forty-four (Finish 'em)
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| It’s a whole lot of bullets left
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| You wanna take it there? |
| We can take it there
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| You lil' soft ass teddy bear
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| Put the K to your face, give you the Glock
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| And make you kill yourself
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Baby, my watch cost a condo
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| Pocket full of hunchos
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| 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy
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| These niggas acting like they want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke
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| They don’t really want smoke, ayy, ayy
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| Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
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| Still got the Glock with the green light
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| Sometimes shit don’t seem right
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| Pour that deuce with a big light |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just What It Be Like , by - Chief Keef. Song from the album Back From The Dead 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп