| Yeah, uh
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| I’m reloaded, hahahaha
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| Huh
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| Fuck you thought, bitch? |
| (We on shit again, nigga)
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| Look (We on shit)
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| Uh
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| I go and get it, send them packages back to the crib (Uh-huh)
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| Me and my connect connection like Allan and Diggs
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| My nigga grabbin' the SIG, tappin' your wig (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom)
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| Was lackin' compassion since a kid, he don’t know what being passionate is
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| (Fuck is that?)
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| From the trenches where the savages live
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| Lil' nigga pull up playin' 21 Savage, he clapped him and slid (Brr)
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| Back to his rib, uh, I’m back again, that’s back to back wins
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| Back to back Benz, Maybach when we spin (Talk to 'em)
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| Yeah, don’t give a fuck who dropped the best tape
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| When I just tripled up my net worth and my neck weight (What you mean?)
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| That means so many chains, gotta take them off when my neck ache, nigga (Ha)
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| I turned a circle into squares, I’m in the best shape, nigga (Hahahaha)
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| Look, I put my heart in my lyrics
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| And Daringer instrumentals just talk to my spirit (Woo)
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| Yeah (Them shits talk to me)
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| Daringer instrumentals just talk to my spirit (Brr)
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| Look, my young boy twenty, he doin' seventy
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| They said that he killed three people allegedly (Ah)
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| In New York State, you can’t get caught up with your weaponry
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| They give you three and a half even if it’s your first felony (That's fucked up)
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| I got my bitch the SUV, the rims got the letter B (Ha)
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| My neck is bust down with two letter V
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| I’m yellin' «Free Cutter» 'til they set him free (Free my nigga)
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| On Drink Champs with the sket on me (Woo)
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| If you ain’t got as much bread as me, what they fuck is you tellin' me,
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| nigga (Yo, yo, check, let’s talk about it)
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| It’s fly elegance, uh
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| I’m doin' numbers like tailors takin' my measurements (Uh-huh)
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| Covered in gold, I’m for the chains like Confederates (Uh-huh)
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| It’s like the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets
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| I school 'em, these bars is prerequisites (Uh-huh)
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| I paint a natural picture, I’m an impressionist (Uh-huh)
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| The presidents take precedence, need 'em prevalent (Uh-huh)
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| Because the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets,
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| pressure gets, pressure gets, uh
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| I said the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets,
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| pressure gets, pressure gets
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| I said the more bands that’s ran, the more heavy the pressure gets,
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| pressure gets, pressure gets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stefon Diggs , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album From King To A GOD, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп