| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| Since a soldier saw the surface
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| I cracked the canvas and cursed it
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| Part of me wasn’t good enough
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| But a picture ain’t perfect
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| What is proper and purpose?
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| Leaving families hurting
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| She don’t trust me at all
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| She put a lock on her purses
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| Part of me don’t deserve ya'
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| Pardon bruh, I was nervous and this is a new beginning
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| We fly so come feel the turbulence
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| Never bow to that serpent
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| Dreamed and found out I’m worth it
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| Soul circuit, love lurking and close curtains
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| And I be that bigger person
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| And this my seed, she nurse it
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| I stimulate her mind, she challenge me while we rehearse it
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| Smoking on this weed got me feeling like a wordsmith
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| In other words, a nigga perfect, no? |
| Shit nigga, uhh
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| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| I’m addicted to the Henny
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| All of these bitches with me
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| I’ve done been around the world
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| Pussy, never see me
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| Fuck it, never forgive me
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| Pussy, money and drugs
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| Mary, nothing above
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| Shark hoodies, backwoods, Rizla, OG
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| Puff puff, homie rest up
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| Just us against the world
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| Finger fuck it like my nine bustin'
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| It’s no discussion, quit the rushin'
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| If D’s coming get the flushing', all of a sudden
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| Heard you was fucking with other niggas
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| I ain’t bluffing, locked up, now luxed up
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| Handcuffed, now hand cuff
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| Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick
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| Only faithful to my bros
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| My rights and my wrongs
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| Some nights I play, 2Pac and zone
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| Pop on my phone, selling and flipping
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| Bounce to my own
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| True to the beat, LSD by the sheet
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| My flow is part of the beat
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| I know it’s hard to believe that you’re part of the seed
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| Sometimes it’s hard to breath
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| All my needs reaper, please leave my soul at ease
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| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| Ain’t no question 'bout this paper
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| My mind is on a different angle
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| Wish I could cop that coupe for all my good niggas
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| I Thank you, good riddance, good business
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| Good grief, what is?
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| We smoking marijuana for free
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| Beat switch
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| Aiiiaah, uuhhhh
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| I can’t wait 'til we get on
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| So we can get what we want
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| I gotta get what I want, baby-yyy-eh
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| Hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o, heeeyyy, hey-o
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| Heeeey-o-eeyyy-ooooh
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| Oooohh, heeey-o-eeuh, huuuuh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Grief, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song 3001: A Laced Odyssey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп