| Hey Cris, fuck you
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| We here
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| I feel the hit in there, aye, bitch
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| Yeah, bitch, yeah yeah
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| Alright, we gotta keep that one, that was perfect
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| Yeah yeah, yeah, ayy, oh, yeah yeah
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| Alright, ayy
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| Yeah yeah, ayy
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Ayy, I can’t stress the fucking fact, how much I hate my fuckin' life (woo)
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| Drag myself through the days, fade, burn my soul just like a light (okay)
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| I was on my fuckin' way, straight, dodgin' 12 and divin' (okay)
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| Can’t let them know that this bag on me (ayy)
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| Bitches, they claim that they vouch for me (woo)
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| Where was you at in the cell, was sleep (woo)
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| I was in hell, living drastically (okay)
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| Stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat (woo)
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| I came for Cris when I opened the scene (yeah, yeah)
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| Now I gotta pull up with my bitch in the drop top
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| Got two cars on my neck, where’s the parking lot
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| Where’s my competition?
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| This shit too easy, when a nigga gotta rap, ayy
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| Chop them shits then pick and roll
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| Your bitch on my totem pole
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| Hit up Craig, get them racks, that’s all she wrote
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| P. S. like from hell with a wish so well
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| I wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
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| I ain’t do shit to nobody, I keep my focus steady
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| Copacetic how I’m trying to keep my life with these problems
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| Keep piling up, cause I’m high up enough, they got a price on my body
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| I’m like «Fuck 'em» (what)
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| Back to the cash if a nigga really wanna come bust me
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| Ayy, you didn’t touch me (for real)
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| Do all that shit that you said you would do if you saw me
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| Ayy, you prolly (what)
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| Jealous 'cause I’m in the extra shit you been talkin'
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| It didn’t stop me
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| I kept on hustlin', now hunnids don’t fit in my wallet
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| Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
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| Smile on my face 'cause a young nigga livin'
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| 'Member I was broke, but its been a lil' minute
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| Hatin' on me, leave a hatin' nigga livid
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| Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
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| Smile on my face leave a hatin' nigga livid
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| 'Member I was broke but it’s been a lil'-
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
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| Wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
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| We ain’t do shit to nobody, we keep our focus steady
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| Copacetic how we tryna keep our life with these problems
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| Keep pilin' up, 'cause we high up enough, we got a price on our bodies (God
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| damn) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midday , by - Craig Xen. Song from the album Hell Bent, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп