| Verse 1 — Evil:
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| Ouu I never wanted any of this for you ya ya ya
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| My heart is haunted and I know that you know it’s true
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| I’m gonna tell you how it started, early in the morning
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| I was on a plane room, coming back from Poland
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| Ya ya yaaa ya ya ya
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| And I’m gonna tell you that when I land, they gonna be hiding, somewhere very
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| far away where I can find them
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| Don’t bother calling me you’re calling on my old phone
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| Soon as I touch down you’re running from your old home
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| How you gonna hide that? |
| why you gotta lie Jack?
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| Why you gotta lie and tell me that you’re gonna fight back?
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| But you never fire back, fire back, fire back
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| Yea you bitches never fire back
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| Hook 2x — Evil:
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| I see their faces changing, now I’m on their playlist
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| Used to do that gang shit, now it’s entertainment
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| Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope
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| I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like
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| Folks like us
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| Verse 2 — Merkules:
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| They dont really like folks like us
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| I remember when they didn’t even know our stuff
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| Now they’re in our email, trying to open up
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| On our shows in front row trying to hold our nuts
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| Naah we gon get this money like fuck rapping
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| Went from slaves to kings like what happened
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| We’re the major thing and y’all slacking
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| Evil made a ring, I jumped at it
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| It’s my brother motherfucker I’d kill for him
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| 6AM in Poland, you know we’re still pouring
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| He need a bail from jail? |
| I pay the bail for him
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| Pick him up at the station inside an ill foreign
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| Hold up, hold up, let it breathe
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| Ain’t no one gonna fuck with our team
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| More bucks, more love on the scene
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| And you’ll be at the theather
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| You can see us on the screen
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| Like Will Pharrel, the real Pharrel, I’m killing em
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| They say I got ADD, I need ritalin
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| Hoes on our dick and their skin colour cinnamon
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| But what you’re really getting is money — we’re not interested
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| I told NATO send the record and I’ll smash it
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| I just gotta teach a lesson to these bastards
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| Were the real deal and I’m fed up with these hasbeens
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| They want beef? |
| Please send me in the address
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| Then I’ll pull up out front by myself
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| And pull a shotgun outta sling on my belt
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| Then let it sing 'till the Page bring help
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| Trying to throw me in the Bing but I Dip down south
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| They never caught me on a camera — candid
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| So until then I’m on a run, I’m a bandit
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| Me and Evil caught a flight to Calabasas
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| Clean slate, 2 whips, new mansions
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| Hook 2x — Evil:
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| I see their faces changing, now I’m on their playlist
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| Used to do that gang shit, now it’s entertainment
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| Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope
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| I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like
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| Folks like us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Folks Like Us , by - Evil Ebenezer. Song from the album Bandit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп