| Tell my pops I said what’s happening
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| Yeah, niggas ain’t fucking with me, nigga
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| Ain’t nothing you can do with me, nigga
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| I’m already broken in half, nigga, I’m already empty, nigga
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| At the same time I’m still full of love, nigga, my heart is still pure
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| I can’t even explain this shit, nigga
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| It’s Kirk, long live G
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| Let’s go
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| Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga
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| Ahh, got a cramp in my back
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| I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas
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| I got it though, cut the light on and I see
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| A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
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| I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit
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| I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up
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| How you even mean to do this
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| Fuck it, I’m in my feelings
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| I wanna kill something too, G (Oh, yeah)
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| Had to call my Dominican boo thing
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| She caught me down, I’m on FaceTime with movie
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| Sought me down on that page, niggas goofy
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| Knock 'em down, pay for brains like I’m Boosie
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| Hate that I gave 'em time that I could of gave my brother
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| A shame how they turn 'round and do me (Do me)
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| It’s a shame how they turn 'round and flip
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| A shame how this money gon' turn into murder
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| A shame how they run down and spent them
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| Couple more on my list and we still got a burner
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| A shame how I still ain’t forget
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| The nerve of you ungrateful motherfuckers
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| To act like I ain’t the trillest
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| And to do me like that
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| But you gon' feel it
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| Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga
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| Ahh, got a cramp in my back
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| I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas
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| I got it though, cut the light on and I see
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| A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
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| I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit
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| I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up
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| How you even mean to do this
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| Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga
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| Ahh, got a cramp in my back
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| I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas
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| I got it though, cut the light on and I see
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| A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
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| I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit
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| I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up
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| How you even mean to do this
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| I was carrying ungrateful niggas and bitches (I was carrying)
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| Heard you be telling niggas I got up and left you in the trenches (What, what?)
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| And it’s crazy now, niggas I put in once a time on my hit list (Brrt)
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| I done got so fucking rich it be damaging my friendships (Whoa-ooh)
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| Most of these niggas ungrateful, you get some money, they hate you (niggas,
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| they hate you)
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| I tried to put you on money, but you let this money shit make you (You let it
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| make you)
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| You ain’t never give a nigga twenty thou' while he broke
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| Never hear him say, «Thank you"(You ain’t never…)
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| That’s why I be on angles
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| You niggas getting handouts at the goal line, fumbling and still tryna blame me
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| Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga
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| Ahh, got a cramp in my back
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| I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas
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| I got it though, cut the light on and I see
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| A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror
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| I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit
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| I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up
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| How you even mean to do this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 8 Figures , by - DaBaby. Song from the album My Brother’s Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп