| We doing this shit from Cleveland to LA, nigga
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| Whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
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| Thug Luv, nigga. |
| What time is it?
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| I don’t give a fuck where you lay at, nigga
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| It’s time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
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| They ain’t even knowing what type of niggas we is
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| Where my thugs at?
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| Fuck niggas talkin' that shit, but I swear on my flag, nigga it ain’t on nothin'
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| I was 16 with a M-16, pull up on a fuck nigga start drummin'
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| Broke lil' nigga we ain’t care about nothin', when you see me just start runnin'
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| Just a lil' nigga with a mask and a Glock, nigga that’s when them bands start
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| comin'
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| Tool on deck, so back up
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| Cop run my name and called backup
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| Cause he know a nigga be strapped up
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| I’d never put that Mac up
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| 100 round chopper, 30 rounds popper
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| You ain’t no shooter, you ain’t no robber
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| You ain’t no killer, you ain’t no shotta
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| What you shoot? |
| What was you robbin'?
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| Stop flexin', savage young nigga, I’m reckless
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| Fuck nigga come in my section, put you in a box no message. |
| Headless!
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| I don’t really give 2-fucks about you
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| Nosey ass nigga, I was raised by the killers
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| Youngin' 15 and he toting that 30
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| Had to multiply his fuckin' niggas by two
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| Young nigga gangbangin', in the hood flag hangin', runnin' with a 40 on his hip
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| Nighttime lookin' for a lick. |
| You was probably lookin' for a bitch
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| Rattin' ass nigga, you a snitch. |
| See it in your eye you a bitch
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| Mouth talkin' off tough shit. |
| Heart sayin' you ain’t on shit
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| Tote that Glock, 3 gon' get shot. |
| Get D niggas or you gon' get got
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| Throwin' head shots, give a fuck about an opp
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| Execute a nigga, make his kids can watch
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| Fuck ass niggas get dropped. |
| Realest nigga rappin' since Pac
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| I was really thuggin' on the block. |
| I was really sendin' them shots
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| F-1, F-2, F-3, F-4, nigga even got a F-5
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| On the Firm, that ain’t no lie. |
| Nigga try me gon' die
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| Hate me, I don’t know why?
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| You don’t like being alive?
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| Mob boss nigga, I’m tired
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| Had the whole set go wild
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| Still on that same thing, Rubber Band Money Gang
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| Nigga wanna roll wit' me, ?? |
| at yo' brain
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| Nigga you lost it, Nigga don’t like to be cautious
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| Your hood’s probably the softest. |
| Start with us, ain’t no pausin'
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| Hater on my dick, get off me. |
| Before a nigga hide in your closet
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| I ain’t gon' do no talkin'. |
| Answer this gun, it’s callin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real Talk Pt. 3 , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album In Freebandz We Trust, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп