| Niggas switching but that’s fine with me
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| But I’d rather niggas switch, than fake ride with me
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| Hope you just be my enemy instead of lie to me
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| Nigga prolly would’ve killed me, would he died for me?
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| I just want a million dollars that my mom can see
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| I’ll get you hit for real, don’t know why niggas tryin' me
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| Certified G, I’m who these niggas tryin’a be
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| I went from sleeping on a bunk to flying privately
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| Is she lying to my face when she on top of me
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| Shit, honestly, yeah probably
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| Try to play me like a lame as far as I can see
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| And all that sauce, she saw that drippin', she got for me
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| with all the gangstas holdin' on your own at the gym
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| Ask about me they gon' say you better not start shit with him
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| That boy gon' get you wacked, oh yeah, he’s heartless for real
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| I was stopin' niggas out and had blood on my Timbs
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| I was thuggin' for real, but these niggas playin'
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| All this fakin', they’re just tryin’a stop my concentration
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| Niggas pray I never make it, niggas speakin' bad on me guaranteed hatin'
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| ‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
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| Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me
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| There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
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| If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me
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| I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
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| I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
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| All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me
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| come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me
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| All these dreads make your bitch look
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| Your favorite shooter down the road, gettin' his shit took
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| I ain’t fakin', ask my partner that
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| Thought he was gangsta, prison knocked that tough shit out of him
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| Thought that was my, but them niggas weren’t lookin' out
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| They be lookin' up to me and I’m smiling while lookin' down
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| When I was fresh out, yeah, I said I ain’t working out
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| Fuck doing them pull ups, if he play then I’m pulling out
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| My own niggas went against me
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| That’s why I’m flexin', I’ll make it so that they miss me
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| All this power come with shooters nigga
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| I’m FreeBand gang you know what I can do to nigga
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| ‘Cause everyday come back silent when you ask about me
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| Walk on nigga come and try these straps around me
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| There’s 20 in my pocket, I keep cash around me
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| If you cross me nigga ain’t no coming back around me
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| I’m just running up a bag, all these hundreds on me
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| I’ve got Gucci, I’ve got Fendi, all this money on me
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| All these bitches playing games, you can’t run it on me
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| come back solid, ain’t no fuck shit on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Solid , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album In Freebandz We Trust 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп