| Nigga I don’t give a fuck about you
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| Get yo ass beat, no identity
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| But bitch you gon' remember me
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| Comin' from the roofs of the mother fuckin' memphis streets
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| Mark my spot everywhere, the legend of the century
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| Hands over chest as I lay you to rest
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| No need for events, bitch I’m comin' for your neck
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| Dig deep in your flesh, then out of your
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| Then down to your leg
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| Bitch you fuckin' with the best
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| Hold up bitch
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| You can die with yo niggas
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| If you ride with yo niggas
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| I will murk all yo niggas
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| Then disperse all yo niggas
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| I do not fuck with niggas
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| I can not fuck with niggas
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| I don’t need to pull a trigger
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| I’ll blow you up nigga
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| This ain’t no game bitch
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| Leave your head brainless
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| Leave your chest heartless
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| Hold your bitch hostage
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| Then give her oxy
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| Y’all can not stop me
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| Bitch don’t try and help me
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| Need to help your family
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| ERRR
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| ERRR
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| ERRR
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| ERRR
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| Damn, I done came up
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| Now everybody watch me
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| See me doin' me and these fuck niggas copy
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| I’ll burn yo ass like some hot morning coffee
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| Then leave your coffin in yo boss office
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| No evidence, bitch I clean the scene flawless
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| Why yo boy lookin' like his whole world lawless
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| He a robot, he don’t go to sleep often
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| on your own, that’s what my momma taught me
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| Seventeen, buyin like
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| Shootin' at school til the damn people caught me
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| Say the good die young, tryna keep the reaper off me
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| Creepin past the office, puttin' weed in my locker
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| Bitch, I’m a rider |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night Ryder , by - Chris Travis. Song from the album Gotham City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп