| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| Yeah, we holler with that dope out
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| All my niggas got the same dreams
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| Get money, live big
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| And she trashy if she drop me off
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| Now it’s foggie, cause I got a Benz
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| Racks by the park, bitch
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| All my niggas had to blow
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| No love for a park bitch
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| Hittin donuts by the liquor store
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| Ain’t no more goin five on the weed
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| Just fo me, I need at least a o. |
| z
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| Goin hard in the pain, O. G
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| I’m a get it how I live homie, nigga
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| Cartoon niggas, yeah, we call em Bruce Wayne
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| Bust it up, bend the hood, got two dames
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| Nigga run, who blame go bang bang
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| I’ll go, everything call it Trinidad
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| Two bad bitches with me, yeah, I’m into that
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| Got a car chopped up, where the ceilin at
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| Got the rap game doped up, feelin that
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| Me and Clyde causin on this bitch, killin that
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| Hating niggas tell a motherfucka how I am
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| From the bay rap Golden State and the Raiders
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| Nigga giant on these little niggas
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| RIP madre cups from my real niggas
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| And my 2k shades, call em B40
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| Bitches get up and the ghost gon get naughty
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| We don’t play checkers nigga we play chess
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| When it comes to the street shit, I’m the best
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| Outta town, got the price up
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| Now I got a fat house
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| Everyday I see a golf course
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| Neighbors waving when I’m in and out
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| Got a view from the third floor
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| Fireplace in the backyard
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| Hall of famers livin next door
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| All my goons got a
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| Cross country, puttin miles on the Benz
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| Atlantic City, New York by my ends
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| Set the bar, we don’t neva follow trends
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| Consider how she put the world in my hands
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| I just wanna smash when the stacks up
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| So I can feel good when the rent due
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| You can miss me with the bullshit
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| Gettin money what I’m into
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| In the middle of the fake shit
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| Real niggas punk out
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| You can see me from a mile away
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| You can see me from a mile away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mile Away , by - Clyde Carson. Song from the album Playboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп