| Ayy, ayy
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| Niggas ain't gotta respect
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| Niggas just gotta accept
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| I put that top left
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| I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
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| Hype Williams, Little X
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| If you don't say it direct
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| Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
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| I put some ice on her hand
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| I let her take an advance
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| Shit wasn't goin' as planned
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| I put that shit in the van
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| She gotta move with her friend
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| Heard she went back to her man
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| Give a fuck, ayy
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| I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
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| When I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' in
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| Me and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin' tens
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| Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I'm makin' friends
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| I just got a mansion out in Turks and it's a beachfront (okay)
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| If she's bringin' four friends
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| I know I'll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
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| Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (okay)
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| Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (okay)
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| Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
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| Ain't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (okay)
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| But I beef a rapper 'cause I'm never with the sweet stuff
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| Shawty came from Mexico
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| She know she got the sweet stuff (yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
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| Ayy (beep, beep, beep)
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| Niggas ain't gotta respect
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| Niggas just gotta accept ('cept)
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| I put that top left (ayy)
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| I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
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| Hype Williams, Lil' X (beep)
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| If you don't say it direct (beep)
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| Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
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| Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (racks in my jeans, okay)
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| Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (okay)
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| Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (my racks, yeah)
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| Every time I'm home, you know I whip the Bentley (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (just threw these pills, uh)
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| Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (shawty just pulled up)
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| I only want top, yeah, for sure (only want top)
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| And I know I'm on top, but I want more (okay)
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| Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
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| Now every day I rock Christian Dior (okay, Yohji)
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| Now every day I gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean)
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| Now every day I gotta pour me a four (lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
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| I spent a hundred K last night in New York (yeah, yeah)
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| I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (okay, okay, yeah)
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| That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (okay, get it)
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| Yeah, she keep textin' my phone, I'ma ignore (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Ayy (yeah)
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| Niggas ain't gotta respect
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| Niggas just gotta accept
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| I put that top left
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| I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
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| Hype Williams, Lil' X
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| If you don't say it direct
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| Could give a fuck (okay), ayy, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain 1993 , by - Drake. Song from the album Dark Lane Demo Tapes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп