| Flat out the Addiction you heard me, yo yo yo
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| You are now tuned into reality TV, live from New Orleans
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| I’m gon take you home on this one, this for everybody
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| From the 3rd to the 17th, I’m gon let em see what they never saw befo'
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| The true gumbo, yeah feel me
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| Shit I ain’t got nothing more to say, talk to em Fiend
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| You said you loved me, no matter if they scatter if I’m half of right
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| Dropped a whole clip in him, he won’t be back tonight
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| Truth is, I ain’t gotta be the killer
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| Lil' robbing the grenada, want the scrilla
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| And he got a mask, and he got a gun
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| And when he blast, he like to tell em where he from
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| Louisiana swamp nigga, translate into a hot boy
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| With a chopper in hand, will tell you what you’re not boy
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| Bodies in the river, this ain’t new
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| Just the highest murder rate, that we been through
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| Pressure on the G, put the medal to the scene
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| All adds up to pussy, gas pedals of a V
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| The devil don’t want them souls, they too hot
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| Whoever knew, I’d live to see the big coupe drop
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| Take my girl, to the new mink shops
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| Prada’s on my eyes, the cuff her what they blood shots
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| Presidential like the pounds just lit, let the drama lift
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| Give the cops unless they frowns, tell em that’s what a baby mama get
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| You want money whole money, fuck slow money
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| All this here by us, what the fuck is your money
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| One brother from Jordan, one from 1−7
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| One from the St. Bernard, the other up in heaven
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| I don’t give a fuck nigga, how hard you spit
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| Can’t amount to my heart, this dope and this dick
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| And if you don’t buy it, and they don’t try it
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| Well I guess mo’fucker, I done found my nitch
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| Coke cooking in pots, same gas put the brokers in yachts
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| I’m the American dream, and if I’m not
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| Well something in conflict, like political nonsense
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| Number one head buster, with no conscience
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| My woman asks, baby when you gon sleep
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| In the same breath, asks me baby when we gon eat
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| This rap shit’s slow, I ain’t saying I’m too good for a regular job
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| I just don’t, have the regular prob’s
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| So motherfuck the eyes, I got permanent lawyers in three major cities
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| So by money, it’s some feel me nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's Survival , by - Fiend. Song from the album The Addiction (Chopped & Screwed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп