| Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down
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| Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up
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| Puff that shit, if your girl playing fuck that bitch
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| There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go
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| Show you how, what goes up
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| Ain’t coming down, coming down
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| Swear I don’t' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little
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| man
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| Always got something to prove nothing to lose
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| Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I’m really not fucking with you
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| If Ain’t got no ambition bro then I’m cuttin you loose, it’s like Chris Brown
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| chuckin the duece… when they saw YE. |
| on a suit
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| Tell your girl come fuck with the dude
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| NZ finest, king David bitch, NZ’s highness I’m in harlem now that’s NZ minus
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| Still I’m giving New York NZ-itis
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| That ill that sick that killer dog, make em all notice the D like I’m Dilla dog
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| your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it’s Ray Allen for three I can
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| hit it dog
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| Spittin on it anyone who think otherwise
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| Why these other dudes stay writing lullabies
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| Can’t sleep on my shit keep you up at night, I can’t cut the lights,
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| would you love it right
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| Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down
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| Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up
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| Puff that shit, if your girl playing up, fuck that bitch
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| There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go
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| Show you how, what goes up
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| Ain’t coming down, coming down
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| They say I got the hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder
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| But I got this rum and cola, so fuck that I ain’t paying no of mine
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| Extend your arm to shake, I’ll extend my arm for a clothes line
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| I ain’t got no time, music is the slow grind
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| Cosigns don’t mean shit when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I
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| don’t dine, you ain’t busy livin bro maybe you should go die
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| Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all to have
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| your problems instead
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| So stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, I’m tryin to find a
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| place to rest my head on the tour bus
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| I do this for all us, shy half cast in the class scared to try but don’t wanna
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| come last
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| Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talkin'
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| Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland, nah there ain’t champagne bottes
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| uncorkin', I’m still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen
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| Still doing the half the things, People just talking, runnin' in the shoes
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| motherfuckers couldn’t walk in
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| The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and
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| tribulations my patience, prove… we are an oasis
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| Face it
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| Melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when,
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| I don’t gotta see no violence, read no violence
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| Got… no island when I say I stay high in the trees
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| Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze, see OP see OG’s and hope we OD for dope and
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| more cheese, rats in traps they call traps perhaps they all black and back they
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| own fact but, fall back don’t fall off, fuck swag when you died and the black
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| bag hauled off
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| Nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil
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| is smilin'
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| With a smirk… jerk. |
| get it work get it… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Coming Down , by - David Dallas. Song from the album The Rose Tint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп