| Aye Mastermind of this shit
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| I blow gas and slide in my whip
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| Got these labels after my bread
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| That’s why shorty back in my crib
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| Don’t need police trackin' where I live
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| Got my homies happy again
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| She be so attractive, so pretty
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| Ain’t no holdin' back, I’m gon' get it
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| Come from CT, won’t die young
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| Ride these drunk whiffs through the night, son (Skrt, skrt)
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| I got CCs, I’ma rise up (Yeah)
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| And let these dreams reach horizons
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| Stay on my mind
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| And I say oo ooh, oo ooh, I really need it
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| Wamme wamme say, oo ooh, oo ooh, I really need it
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| (You know what I’m sayin')
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| They gon' two step to the new shit, one time
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| I’m like «Who that? |
| He ain’t doin' shit,» don’t lie
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| I wake up and I keep movin', oh my
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| Keep my kids free from bullets
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| Stay on my grind
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| That ride way long for that Greystone
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| I been to on, I should lay low
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| Girl we can move on, if you say so
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| One time for these angels, they hang low (Straight up)
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| I got GPs and horizons, yeah
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| This that 3 g’s one night, son
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| Down in South Central with the Fight Song (fight on)
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| She won’t fuck me with the lights on
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| Losin' my mind
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| And I say oo ooh, oo ooh, I really need it (yeah)
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| Wamme wamme say, oo ooh, oo ooh, I really need it
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| Gimme back baby, yo, gimme back baby
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| I got GPs and horizons (Straight up)
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| This that 3 g’s one night, son (Wait up)
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| I keep movin' a lot, yeah
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| And I be feelin' alright
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| Yeah
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| Bounce
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| Fling up on me girl, yo, yo
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| Fling up on me girl
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| Fling up on me girl, yo, yeah
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| La la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La la, lu lu lu blu bluh (Aye)
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| Stay on some other shit
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| I’ll keep to publishin'
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| Could give a fuck 'bout your company
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| I cook it up like my uncle did
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| Keep my team free from the government
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| Look at just what we did
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| See my footprints, I’m like fuck wit' me
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| Rappers, they stuck where my stomach be
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| They pull my legs like it’s puppetry
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| Praise to the floor that be under me
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| Pants wit' the cuff
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| Shots to my head make me duck
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| Lately I could give a fuck
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| Lately I sleep on the bus
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| Lot of you dudes just need love
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| Think it’s bad, you shoulda' seen the trunk
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| And I got the soul food in my gut
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| Sellin' out the pub, I ain’t even 21
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| Like hold up, hol' up, I ain’t come here to stunt
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| I’m just here to show love
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| Give my people head up, one love y’all
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| I got GPs and horizons
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| Oo ooh, I really need it
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| Wamme wamme say, oo ooh, wamme wamme say oo, ooh
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| I really need it
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| I been losin' my mind, losin my mind
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| I been losin' my mind, losin my mind
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| Ooh, I really need it
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| Y’all feel me, man?
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| Thanks man, see ya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Really Need It , by - Felly. Song from the album Young Fel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп