| still kickin', I ain’t lonely
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| She said she wanna blow L’s early in the morning
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| Ay, don’t nobody know me (ay)
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| (Ay ay) No, nobody know me-
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| Innocent, innocence gone since 12
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| Renovate all my shelves
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| Meditate all life
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| East five-star hotels
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| What do ya’ll call ya’ll selves?
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| Livin' through dollar bills
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| Livin' with a lot of guilt
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| Lil homie I wanna build (shut the fuck up)
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| (Yuh, Blanco, Blanco)
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| Pops go when I was eight
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| Rockstar was my fate
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| Cop cars, the whole block saw me in the rain
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| Got lost in the paint
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| Got sauce, now I’m 22 and paid
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| Trynna make somethin' of my day
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| I wanna put tear drops on the chain
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| Take it to the stash and walk away
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| Crash the hall of fame
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| Ride it down the skreet (vroom, vroom)
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| Like I did last week
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| I make some bread, we have a feast
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| But (ay) how long this last me?
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| I’m just plastic on the beach
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| Yeah, no boy brash is hard to beat
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| Ay, shorty with the ass is hard to leave
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| No, I just wanna smash and go to sleep
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| Crash and rest in peace
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| Light in all my fears
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| Uh, lil homie don’t ask me
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| What I’m makin' here to there (shit)
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| I’m haulin' my
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| See them often, them snowballs
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| They move they coke jaws
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| Your bitch is so
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| These kids got no bars
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| Played out like Ozarks
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| I don’t wanna party 'less it paints my lyrics
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| I don’t want to party with my fake-ass peers
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| Everybody want it but it ain’t that serious
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| Everybody frontin' who ain’t got experience
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| Ya’ll just interfering
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| Like come, I said fuck it
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| Turned off stage, started runnin'
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| Man, I hate it, I love it
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| But shit, I’ll take all this money
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| Know my basement stay flooded
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| In the trenches, that muddy
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| Generation, Kid Cudi
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| No one shake my hands, bloody (uh)
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| Thank God they got Pentecost
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| Feel my worth what a penny cost
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| Like, still need better thoughts
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| Hoes playin' with my tentacles
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| Might call my buddy
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| my
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| Finesse these broads, get money
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| Not okay, not sorry-
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| Who’s that bangin' at my door, I don’t got a good feeling
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| And I don’t really feel like leaving
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| Don’t need sunlight (alright)
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| (I don’t need)
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| Who’s that bangin' at my door, I ain’t got a good feeling
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| (Ay) and I don’t really feel like leaving
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| I don’t need sunlight (I'm alright) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BLANCO , by - Felly. Song from the album WINTERS IN BROOKLYN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп