| Hey
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| Looking, oh-whoa, hey
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| I know you working hard
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| But how you gon' figure me out? |
| Hey
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| Huh, always running your mouth
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| Never knowing what you talking about, hey
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| Look, what’s there to figure?
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| When you speak of that nigga that you can’t understand
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| Hey, and now I’m all on the road, huh
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| Running 100 miles an hour, not even which way to go, huh
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| Look, if I don’t know myself
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| Then tell me how do you know? |
| Huh
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| I’ve come to prove and show you niggas
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| That I’m trained to go, look, uh, hey, uh, uh
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| But what’s there to figure?
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| When you speak of that nigga, you don’t understand
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| But fuck it, I flood this ho with these bands
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| Do a drive-by, fly-by, leave him where he staying
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| I just bought an AP, it’s cleaner than stainless
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| I wish I could tell him but he duckin' dangerous
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| He ready for popping off and all he ain’t scared of us
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| He say he ain’t no snitch but he tired of tellin' us
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| I flood that bitch with Gucci she stand from the ceiling up
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| Fuck the cops, they killing us, they kids are not real as us
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| But what’s there to kill about?
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| When these bitches and niggas, they won’t just understand
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| Dat-dat I can fuck any bitch in here without paying
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| Hey, where my phone at? |
| Call up Tar, I need some Xannies
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| I want these poor niggas to complain
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| I want these fake robbers to keep laying
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| And he ain’t want these fake bitches to keep singing
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| Think they baby is mine like they gon' get a dime
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| We’ll work it out with time
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| I want yours cause you got mine
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, it ain’t nothing to talk about
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| So I’m like what’s there to kill about?
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| When these bitches and niggas, they won’t just understand
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| As I revisit what I made for you to listen to
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| I get into my zone and let go, that’s the ritual
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| Ask but when I mention you, not having clues and being fooled
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| Darling to this one trick pony, thought «I'm not the dude»
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| And you can be a local heathen to the son of Satan
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| I give it up to him who praises and that’s all I’m saying
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| I made a killing for a better life
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| Remember once and I’ll forget it twice
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| Took advantage over night
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| I pray to God and hope I’m moving right
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| I pray on y’all to quench my appetite
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| Told you that my screws ain’t tight
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| I had to buckle down and focus cause I almost lost it
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| I was hemorrhaging in the red and I could not afford it
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| Niggas tried to appropriate me, I could not go for it
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| I’m talking mine, I’m claiming mine, bitch I go Narcos for it
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| They gon' make me glow up, I got no choice I’m saying
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| But what’s the point of saying if you still won’t understand? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Misunderstood , by - D.R.A.M.. Song from the album Big Baby DRAM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп