| Late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker
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| When you out of town, and you not around
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| Turn your ass over like a nigga stepped out of bounds
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| Crowd around young’n
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| I got ammo and a lot of rounds coming
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| Up in the streets where you not allowed, runnin'
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| Got the songs bitches ride around hummin'
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| And the niggas stay thumpin'
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| And the hater’s hate pumpin'
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| Got the 808′s bumpin'
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| So the trunks stay thumpin'
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| And the nigga get high only on occasion and
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| My mind too wild
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| Damn thought weed supposed to calm you down
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| But I’m so high I could palm two clouds
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| Boy look, these niggas quote my lines like the Lord’s book
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| You niggas less rhymes more hooks
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| More bucks but less love
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| You hear them drums, Questlove
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| No Roots
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| , I’m so truth
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| I used to rock sidelines like a coach suit
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| Had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes
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| Now I’m in the game but I won’t boast to you dummy
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| Remember niggas had short jokes for my money
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| Toast to the honeys, money and the liquor
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| And bitch I don’t sound like any other nigga
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| With my finger on the trigger
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| I burn rappers like Henny on the liver
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| Grant death wishes like a genie I’m a killer
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| Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian giver
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| Hard to keep jimmy in zipper
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| When you got them bad Aunt Vivians with ya
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| Remy and weed, I got em on Pluto
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| I prefer Henny but the hoes like Nuvo
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| Check, every time a nigga roll
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| Old school whips and it’s sitting on vogues
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| Hoes on me when I enter the door
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| If a nigga wanna trip, good grip on the chrome
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| Empty out a clip from the fifth then I’m gone
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| Twist up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron
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| Hate a chick who just talk shit on the phone
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| Baby I’m tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, shit
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| If I was you nigga I would hate him
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| Hot August nights I’m out there in Vegas
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| Stuntin' til time, had that patience
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| Now it’s big faces, fly vacations
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| Alias Shawn Stacks
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| Miss shows, never call back
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| Blowin' Dro sippin' tall cats
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| On the low had to crawl back
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| Niggas wonder if it’s all raps
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| Or it’s all facts
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| As I step in the door like Fe fi foe
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| With the heat like flow and the beat typo
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| Better rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight
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| Get murked plus 8 like Jon and Kate
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| I mean it’s time for the face off
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| Hit the corner like an 8 ball
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| Man I concentrate like Adolf
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| No time for a hater, get a day job
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| Me on the mind you ain’t even on the radar
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| Love her brain but I never been a fiend for her silly ways
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| So I’m tryna get the cream til I’m silly paid
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| Couldn’t put her on the team, every week another reason
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| To scheme like Billy Mays
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| Gotta grind gotta focus
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| Gotta shine through the minds of the blind, lot of hopeless
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| Never confined to the rhymes that I’ve chosen
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| Omen, a sign of the times, gotta quote this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Relaxation , by - Fashawn. Song from the album Higher Learning 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп