| They took that nigga X
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| I’m starting to think a nigga next
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| All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard up on my chest
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| When i’m walking out the house i always gotta wear a vest
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| Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck
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| Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me for some power and respect
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| But i know his soul is empty, I don’t blame him for the stress
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| But you supposed to be here with me, I don’t think you gave your best
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| Just don’t forget them casualties don’t equal to a fucking check
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| That’s why i grind hard go and get it if i want it
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| Said fuck the league, I’ma make it with no diploma
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| Mama proud of me, she finally doing what she wanted
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| She said, «Finally, 'cause DC is doing what he promised»
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| Bitch I got problems, see i’m coming it’s stupid if he want it
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| Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that bitch up with the cheese on it
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| Yeah i got baggage just like you but mine got double c’s on it
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| Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you, you gone have to go sneeze on it
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| I got extra beans on it, Heem got hella steez on it
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| Powell, no Celine on it, strip the scene on it
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| I been on the low, don’t nobody know
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| I been ducked off on my own, tryna make these pockets fold
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| But the industry been aiming at my head top
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| They tryna take me off my shit tryna take my dead stock
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| Bitch I’ma make yo fucking bed rock (I'ma make it rock)
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| Ayy, you fucking with a rockstar nigga (Rockstar)
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| Girl, you fucking with a real trap nigga (Trap)
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| Tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga (Said I’m on his ass)
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| Where the fuck yo hall pass lil nigga? |
| (Where the fuck is it at?)
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| Get up off my territory, Tarantino terror story
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| Because I’ve been blind, so many taking before they give to me (Fuck)
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| Said you love me twice, but don’t act like that it don’t make no sense to me
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| Gotta double back, gotta bring it back
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| Gotta bring more sense to me
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| Who can live like that? |
| Got a knife in my back you ain’t never been kin to me
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| Bae what’s on your mind? |
| I know you schemin' on the low
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| Gotta get the backend for my show
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| Collecting my check, then back on road
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| Gotta put VLone on my clothes
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| Revenge on my toes, dripping in Versace, got hickies on my body oh yeah
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| He said he don’t want smoke, he want static
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| Bitch, I keep that Pikachu up in the attic (Grr-aah)
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| Bitch we love them choppas they say I’ma addict (We love all them choppas)
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| I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that, this shit a habit
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| Ayy, pop out, I might have to pop out
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| Cop out or get socked out, rock out with our Glocks out
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| Real thorough nigga, I ain’t slipping, bring the mops out
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| And I’m swerving, switching lanes, keep the 30, I ain’t bowing out
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| So far gone
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| It’s been way too long
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| It’s been way too long
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| And i can’t feel my toes in the snow
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| No i can’t feel my toes in the cold
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| I’m all alone making plays in the snow
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| Don’t say that you miss me it’s gets old
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| I know that she can, I know that she can
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| Talk bullshit like you play with me, nigga stop fuckin' playin' with my heart
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| So sick and tired of niggas tryna play me
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| At the end of the day, my nigga, it don’t matter 'cause, what’s real gon'
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| prosper, I ain’t never did shit but pray for my motherfuckin' life
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| One hundred |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock Out, artist - DC The Don. Album song DC Fridays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп