| Lost &Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan’s on the Coupe
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I’d pay the loot
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, and when the C’s kicks off I’m the first to shoot
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| I seem Lost &Sherm'ed out without a motherfucking doubt
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| But in the right state of the mind to take the motherfucking trash out
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| The trash in my enemy
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| See I don’t give no ?? |
| I don’t care if you cants me Cuz this rap is your warning
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| I creep when you’re yawning
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| Or when you’re fucking your bitch at 3 o’clock in the morning
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| Squeeze a Sherman and then I squeeze the trigger
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| Break out a handcuff
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| And take the life from a nigger
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| Climb up to the top of the roof
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| Sit on the edge and talk shit and jump
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| Cause my heart is pumping sherm juice
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| I thought they knew that I was hazardous
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| Watching me move like Steve Austin
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| And talk slower than a bastard
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| It’s getting kinda hot
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| I’m coming outta all my clothes
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| It’s kinda fuck all the hoes
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| And no matter how high I get
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| Don’t try to play me cause you get played like the O’Jays when I’m fuckin’your
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| bitch
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, bet to have that bitch so damned smooth
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, I treat hoes like cats and kick 'em on the roof
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, roll up the bud and dip it in the juice
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, and when you had it you’d swear you were bulletproof
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out
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| I baptize motherfuckers in gasoline
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| Let 'em fly the loop
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| And blow they wig like Don King
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| Then peel they motherfucking skin back
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| Bury they asses so And have’em burning like a hoodrat
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| Nigger — next is his hyna
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| See it’s the quiet to murderer
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| Shoot 'em up fuck a Tec-9
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| I tie your ass through a glass house
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| Let the ass down
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| And drag your ass to your baby moma house
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| Somebody’s who be found chopped in pieces
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| Kill up — brothers and sisters, cousins, friends and nieces
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| Grandpops, moms, uncles they asses gotta go So when I say: fuck it, put it the blunt gotta advise to hit the floor
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| We ain’t tripping on dime
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| Cause we already dead
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| Fool every soul that you see
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| Take up out of they forehead
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| And make 'em one of us don’t no lie, get spared
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| Niggas is braggin’to hit to the wack
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| But fool I don’t care
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan’s on the Coupe
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I’d pay the loot
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, and when the C’s kicks off I’m the first to shoot
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| I was Lost &Sherm'ed out
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| Now I’m in the county
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| Looking at the walls
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| Playing with my balls
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| Washing out my drawers
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| Thinking about this damn situation that I’m in Never did a nigga think he’ll make it to the pen
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| Hoes they left me Got a nigga sad
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| Times got me stressin’on reminiscing about the hoes I had
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| But I ain’t tripping cause I’m shorter than a coffee table
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| I gotta break up some change, let’s ??? |
| to find ??? |
| able
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| Thinking anothers from the O. G's
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| Nigga straight ballers selling chicken, birds and ki’s
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| Gangstas on lock down
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| With the hour of rat
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| And the cops treat a nigga with no kind of respect
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| No phone cars, I wish I can leave
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| They kicking me to the side like a hard piece of cheese
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| I’m kinda fucked up in my head
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| And freeway ??? |
| out of my room with my last piece of bread
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, triple gold Dan’s on the Coupe
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, Tec-9 on my lap in a khaki suit
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, if life was a drug I’d pay the loot
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| Lost &Sherm'ed out, and when the C’s kicks off I’m the first to shoot |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost & Sherm'ed Out , by - CRIPS. Song from the album Nationwide Rip Ridaz II - Betrayed (Can't Trust Nobody), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп