| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| It’s like she dig for gold, that’s something you gotta deal with
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| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| I’m speakin' outta bounds I know these niggas feel this
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| This life shit come at you, uh
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| Faster than the muthafuckin bullet
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| I swear I’m finna pull it
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| How am I to focus while surrounded by this bullshit, oh yeah
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| Daij dropped yo ass 'round them dude
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| They got a bag out on you, yuh what aye
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| Another level, I am on another level
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| They try to take this, trust me I would never let uhm, woah yuh
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| I was born a fuckin rebel
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| It’s on my chest bitch
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| Give me respect bitch
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| Yeah I need my check bitch
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| Flossin on these niggas I just wake up and go flex bitch
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| Nascar and Jet bitch
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| Gotit on my head bitch
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| Pray to god I make it through the year they want me dead bitch
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| Milwaukee Assasin, Comin through we blastin
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| With no skateboards but lil bitch we still thrashin
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| Dump my head in the dirty yeah then lil bro do the clappin
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| I call all the shots they gon call me Charlie Manson, yeah
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| Call me DC Manson, aye
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| Shawty we ain’t doin no romancin, yuh
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| Watch the diamonds now they dancin
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| And theres a lawyer out so watch out where your standin, yeah
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| If it’s a L ima turn it to a W
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| How you all searchin' for some love when im infront of you
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| Fuck swear to god he gonna get it
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| How the fuck am I always mistreated
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| Hold up sit up I cannot be defeated
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| Easy for me I control alt delete it
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| Yeah and I didn’t win no L
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| Yeah I swear I got no L
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| I can be thrown away
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| Drugs on the floor aye
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| Welcome to the Show aye
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| Welcome to the Show
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| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| It’s like she dig for gold thats something you gotta deal with
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| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| I’m speakin outta bounds I know these niggas feel this
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| Stop givin me them lectures
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| Bout how to make shit better
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| Them niggas dont even follow they own rules, fuck what they tell yuh
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| Put 'em on a stretcher
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| Bitch we dont rock sketchers
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| Hella Tense, Skeleton
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| Excuse me keep my heart tho
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| Have you ever had a bottle of Belaire?
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| This Tea of Spirit I can smell it in the air
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| Tough luck we ain’t learnin today
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| How to sell from the Berner the Bay
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| But a DC on you better turn up the pay
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| Checkin in you ain’t certain to say, yuh
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| Stop bein nice, what
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| Stop bein nice ima stop bein nice
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| Pull a 20−20 ima stop bein nice, aye
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| Stop being nice girl dont stop bein nice, aye
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| Yeah and I really wish you well
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| Said I fuckin changed oh well
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| Take your demons through the whole spell
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| Thats why I really hope the sun helps
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| Cause I know how you get bizarre
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| Let go, Take control, Take this slow
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| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| It’s like she dig for gold thats something you gotta deal with
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| What’s the point of crying over spilled milk?
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| I’m speakin outta bounds I know these niggas feel this, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Show , by - DC The Don. Song from the album DC Fridays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп