| Ay, I spark up like the lights
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| Ay, I go so through the night
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| Ay, you niggas not in sight
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| Ay, we war off but we fight
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| Bitch my style not nice and Id rather you not like me
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| Blinded, I’m coming through, I’m thugging shit in my Nikes
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| Do the right thing bitch I’m living like I’m Spike Lee
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| Waterboyz forever we be water like we Bruce Lee
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| Hold up, where the money, if it’s none exclude me
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| Bitch I’m in New York, I need a tight one not no Lucy
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| Remove me, you can’t do me or you can’t see me
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| You moving like I’m moving, but you hate me
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| Inspire you, no desire to but you neglect it
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| My harmonies and my melodies sent from heaven
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| No flexing
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| Watch me pull if I’m my protection
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| No question
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| If I fuck with you, you respect it
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| No stressing
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| Smoking woods till my mind ejected
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| A blessing, what I am
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| I’m really getting blessed and.
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| Ay, I smoke my own dope
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| Ay, I fuck my own hoes
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| And I make my own money and I make my own clothes
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| See I’m cooling, yeah you know, like I’m sledding in the snow
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| See that bitch she all on go and she already know
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| Yeah we get it left and right, see it all day and night
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| In the morning got a flight, imma probably miss that flight
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| I’m in her mouth just like some ice
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| She ride it, motorbike, then fall beside me say goodnight, I know she sleeping
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| right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Own , by - Chris Travis. Song from the album The Ruined, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп