| Double park on the lawn and then hope out of a Benz like Solange
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| Gone in sixty seconds in the wind till I’m on
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| Crawling through the night
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| In all my sins I’m reborn
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| If niggas try to get me for my chip, then I’m gon' respond
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| Am I on?
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| Mic check, two, three, turn me on
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| Know a tall yellow redbone that really turn me on
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| Put me on
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| Bonita Applebum put me on
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| I’m come swinging through your residential region like a slum
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| He a bum
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| Can’t even afford to show no love
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| He a scum
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| Hitchhiking, sticking out your thumb
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| When it’s all said and done, I’m gon' always be the one
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| I be posted up, waiting for residuals to come
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| Going dumb, I’m the shit
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| Got the runs, I need tums
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| Fuck my lungs up with reefer by the ton, but I don’t cough
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| Ah-ha-hum, you don’t get that check like me
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| Don’t check for, don’t question me
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| Don’t pester me, don’t bother me
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| Don’t lecture me
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| You don’t ever tag me in no subs
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| Quit neglecting me
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| My partner just connected me
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| He plugging for the seventy
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| I won’t let no weenie nigga liar say he threatened me
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| Don’t message me for shit if it ain’t gon' contain a check for me
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| Ah-hum
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| If niggas gon' try to attack me for my charm, I’m gon' respond
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| If she send me the address, I’m gon' pull up till dawn
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| She pressured me to text now she don’t ever respond
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| Applying too much pressure, why you don’t know what you want?
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| What you want?
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| A bad yellowbone in East Saint Laurant
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| We still booming in the Deadzone, Division Ubisoft
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| My new it got hella leg room, I’m buying hella cars
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| If niggas try to get me for my chip, I’m gon' respond
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| I’m tired of being dissed by niggas who ain’t dropped no songs
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| I no longer have sympathy if you ain’t on your job
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| The planet saw me struggling, the spirits threw a lob
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| You cancel out your blessings on your own, you fucken fraud
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| If she don’t call me back, I turn a princess into a swan
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| Otherwise, I’m always winning to they call me
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| I’m walking inside her kitchen with my heart across my arms
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| All this weed I’m smoking, look like I work at a farm
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| Blowing up my line, don’t keep asking where you going?
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| We might show our side if you keep asking where you from?
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| Applying too much pressure, why you don’t know what you want?
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| Going dumb, I’m the shit
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| Got the runs, I need tums
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| Ah-ha-hum
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| I feel like a giant, bitch
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| Fee-fi-fo-fum |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shadow Solange , by - Chuuwee. Song from the album Nimrod, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп