| I been buying shit that I ain’t never need
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| Them beats coming in and out another station
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| A Mayweather nigga that could never read
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| Circuit seen the paperwork, so how you on probation? |
| (How?)
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| I’ve been living with a curse, I ran out of patience
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| Jungle got me out the dirt, living life for what it’s worth
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| Nights sleeping in my shirt thinking I won’t make it
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| Now I got your favorite actress in here gettin' naked
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| Pardon my back, 600 on land, like a shark it’s all black
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| Don’t talk 'bout my trap
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| Moment of silence, don’t talk 'bout no violence
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| My phone might be tapped
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| I don’t condone or know rats
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| I done showed love when they hated on me (They hated)
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| Amiri’s fit different, got some paper on me (You see it)
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| I’m smoking out the pack, leaks’ll fade embalmed
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| Chef up in the kitchen, got my apron on
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| Hatin' ain’t gon' help you make it, homie
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| Take it to the grave, couple things I done seen, people changing on me
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| (Changing on me)
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| The love change when you find out that ain’t your homie (Changed)
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| The drug game not about to make you famous, homie (No)
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| I was putting in work when you was sleepin' (Work)
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| You was gettin' full, I wasn’t eatin'
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| These niggas come around for no reason
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| The same place we found 'em, we can leave 'em
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| These shoes don’t come out 'til next season
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| These jewels like I got 'em out the freezer (Cold)
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| She rude, she don’t really have a reason (No)
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| I move like I’m tryna get a visa
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (You know them young days, you)
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (Tryna figure out where the party at)
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (First time hittin' a blunt,
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| shit like that)
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I caught one motherfucker)
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| You couldn’t tell me shit when I was seventeen (Nah)
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| Teachers told me I would never graduate
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| Cuzzo touching money I had never seen
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| He told me, put me put my paper and never give my last away
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| I got up out the hood, some niggas never leave
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| Remember Friday night, prayin' I wake up on Saturday
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| Loiter in buildings, no, I’d rather spoil my children
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| Can’t be one of them dads that went that way
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
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| Dirty lil' nigga, room was never clean (Right)
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| I had the cornrows like Bubba Chuck (AI)
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| Tryna make it to the league on whoever team (Whoever)
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| Them nightmares started comin' I could never dream
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| Demons talking to me, God, please intervene
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| I used to wear my new Jordans 'til the sole was ripped
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| Girls used to look at me like I was never clean (Dirty lil' nigga)
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| Moving forward, I ain’t bringing up no old shit (Nah)
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| I got a rental, we could go and take this road trip (We out)
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| Like a pill, I just want to get in motion
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| The D’s man to man, so we gotta run a motion
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| Thinkin' back to when I was only seventeen, if I said I’m gon' be rich,
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| you’d have thought that I was joking
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| My hooride was a Grande Cherokee, free crib with the key, go outside if you
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| smoking (Woah)
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I'm talkin' when a nigga used to get)
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (Get kicked out the crib and shit,
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| every other week)
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| (You know what I’m saying, your first time tryna squeeze some titties,
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| get some ass or somethin' like that)
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| Young days, nigga
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| Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seventeen , by - Dave East. Song from the album Survival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп