| 17 More Minutes, nigga
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| I’ma set it off for y’all
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| I’ma set it off for y’all
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| I’ma set it off for y’all
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| Living like a nigga waiting for his heart to pop
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| Came up on heartless blocks (Sack)
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| When niggas grabbed the habit of bagging up
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| Like heroin and shit was hard to drop
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| Rappers sounding like the toilet, stop, yo shit not flowing
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| Pot blowing while I stop growing
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| Attain the knowledge by evading college
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| Displaying violence just to gain a comma
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| Them shells is copper and gon' hop up out that seven
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| And go tell 'em when the deed done, spark the weed
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| Sunshine had made the summers cold
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| Losing niggas to the system, feed a number of addictions
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| Contradicting what you kicking, got these bitches soul
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| Like James Bond, know the vision gold
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| Solid, mission accomplish until I’m a corpse
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| Catch a charge and then I’m high in court
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| Looking for the real, nigga you found the source
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| In my mind it made me wonder, am I found or lost
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| Still anti-social, tryna figure what a Island Cost
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| To all my niggas in the back nigga
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| Burning backwoods busting down a pack
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| RIP to all my niggas who got clapped
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| That’s why we run around with the straps
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| Live nigga rap
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| To all my niggas getting bands
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| Run around in the hood with them grams
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| All my niggas down to catch a body for they mans
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| Tell 'em we living off the land
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| Live nigga rap
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| I feel like I’m the last nigga with my last name who ain’t lost it
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| Eldridge Cleaver with a heater and a deeper love for reefer
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| I’m just looking for the change
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| And like looking at the cartridge and seeing another name
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| My nigga this not your game
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| I’m first to take control just like it’s my grip
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| And I’m getting blasted off that Tech just like it’s Talib
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| Kweli, tested well before it’s cut and sold
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| Medication mother load, getting fellatio in bungalows
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| Ten hits of lucy out in the Sahara, on my mojo shit
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| Risen to the occasion just like a pogo stick
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| Swear to god my every day could be in slow-mo, bitch
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| Risen to the occasion just like a pogo stick
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| Swear to god my every day could be in… yeah so
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| To all my niggas in the back nigga
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| Burning backwoods busting down a pack
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| RIP to all my niggas who got clapped
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| That’s why we run around with the straps
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| Live nigga rap
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| To all my niggas getting bands
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| Run around in the hood with them grams
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| All my niggas down to catch a body for they mans
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| Tell 'em we living off the land
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| Live nigga rap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LiveNiggaRap , by - Da$h. Song from the album 17 More Minutes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп