| Still led a thug life
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| I’m still an outlaw
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| Me and God cool
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| While you prayin' on my downfall
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| Still led a thug life
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| I’m still an outlaw
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| Me and God cool
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| While you prayin' on my downfall
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| Still led a thug life
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| I’m still an outlaw
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| Me and God cool
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| While you prayin' on my downfall
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| Did the shit without y’all
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| Come to your crib
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| Give your shots and draw blood
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| Like a doctor making house calls
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| Boss boss boss bitch
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| Every cross ross bit
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| Ross bit, every bar sit, this is dog shit
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| In your yard bitch
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| This is so disrespectful
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| Bitches know 'bout the gliss and glow
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| This a neck for Loop a time Lotus
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| Do a large, pull up at the nudy bars
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| And stupid cars, and supercharge rovers
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| We superstar Novas, we shinin'
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| We super bawlin' do it all over
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| We grinding, cool y’all
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| We don’t want to get the harsh words
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| From critics, see my mind might forgive it
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| But my heart won’t forget it man
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| I’m hard work committed, my lyrics paint pictures
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| And my artwork is vivid
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| Just a hard working nigga
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| T-T-TOD
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| See I’m the ace, I’m takin' man place
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| Jack of kings 4 queens,
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| Then it’s the house rules
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| In the 90's it was cut off
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| Khakis and house shoes
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| Now it’s panamera porsches
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| With the panoramic view
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| Down Atlantic avenue
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| That’s Long Beach nigga
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| Home of the LBC crew
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| Dynamics and dog pound
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| If you say you COB
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| That bitch pulling her drawers down
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| A wet clit with a piercing
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| My bitch pussy rock a five carat earing
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| Diving to that crotch quit
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| Treat it like a motherfucking
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| Slaughterhouse, mosh pit
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| In this pacific division
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| I got an eye future, don’t make the guy shoot you
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| That’s when your karma screw you
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| I call karma sutra, I beg your pardon screw ya
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| Ye I’m brongo brol go west into and
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| Make you pussy strict man
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| I uncle Loop you
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| My crew true lie for you motherfuckers
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| We independent july 4th you motherfuckers
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| Crooked got the word playing for Lupe Fiasco
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| And the gun played, the souffle
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| Your too pay you assholes
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| It’s a new day, look at my life path
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| Eventho it’s melamine in my pigment
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| I grew up living equivilent to white trash
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| White ass, the reason I buy jags
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| Without blinking the eyeslash at the price tags
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| My past is so fucked up, it’s quite sad
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| But I went from homeless to property on the white sand
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| Pussy, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug,
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| While you sucked a dick of a petty thug
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| You ain’t ready love
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| Crooked’s part of the spaghetti club
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| He’s giving bitches meat and balls
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| He’s everything he said he was
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| Prob 38 45 9's a metamorphosise my grind
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| This is organized crime
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| All I see is COB it’s like I’m borderline blind
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| And I’ll die for it now
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| Since we was born to die fine
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| No nuts, no glory
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| Until they close the book on my million dollar story
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| I still led a thug life
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| And I’m still an outlaw
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| Me and God cool
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| While you prayin' on my downfall
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| Did your shit without y’all
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| Come to your crib
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| Give your shots and draw blood
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| Like a doctor making house calls
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| Warrup skank
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| Still led the thug life
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| I’m still an outlaw
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| Still led the thug life
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| I’m still an outlaw
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| The LA Lakers baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BBBB , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Psalm 82:6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп