| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| Make you quit that day job
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| I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| I plan to take a trip
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| Want the money how it’s spent
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| I just re-up
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| Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
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| Hey, it’s lit
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| Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up
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| I never judge, we do indulge
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| In truth I never touch this stuff
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| One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
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| Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
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| Down another bottle with my niggas
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| Before this was a movie we pictured us living bitter
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| And I forgive 'em, whatever, whatever
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| Telling me different
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| Nothing is given without sacrifices
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| Something is close to niggas to chill with
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| Pray for the children
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| The government spiking penicillin
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| And lord willin'
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| We all live to be 20 million
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| Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
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| Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| Make you quit that day job
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| I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| I plan to take a trip
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| Want the money how it’s spent
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| I just re-up
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| Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| I just got a blow job
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| Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
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| Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off
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| Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
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| Now turned on like I’m the shit
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| Bitch I told you how it gets
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| It’s that mixtape rap blunt wrapped up in a album
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| In a audi black tote straps lookin' for yack
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| So I can go top speed with the blinkers on
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| Screaming «Fuck the world», Martin King is gone
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye
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| Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value
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| I pray for freaks, we gon bring the outcome
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| Toke, toke and choke
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| We just need your vocals
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| So this is the future, ain’t what your used to
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| Four years ago I was poorer than you are
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| Trapping in the lobby and the back of a U-haul
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| I just got a blow job
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| Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
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| Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| Make you quit that day job
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| I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| I plan to take a trip
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| Want the money how it’s spent
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| I just re-up
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| Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
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| This that work hard, play hard
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| Rest in peace to Trayvon
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| Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
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| LSD them potent doses smoking 'til I take off
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| Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off
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| Rosemary’s baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave
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| I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same
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| I’m high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I’m still awake
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| 40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away
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| I think I lost my mind and, I’m willing to trade my soul if you can find it
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| An even exchange I’m young and deranged
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| All these drugs in my body
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| Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow
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| Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha
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| Drop classics, we now laugh at you niggas
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| I average 50, I don’t feel the need to pass to you niggas
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| Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga
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| Don’t throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga
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| A headshot, now let’s see if you splatter-proof nigga
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| Make you quit that day job
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| I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| I plan to take a trip
|
| Want the money how it’s spent
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| I just re-up
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| Plus I just payed my phone and the rent
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| I just got a blow job
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| Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
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| Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
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| Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off
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| It’s that work hard, play hard
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| Rest in peace to Trayvon
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| Did so much different drugs this year
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| I’m feeling so amazing
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| LSD them potent doses
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| Smoking 'til I take off
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| Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trade-Off, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song 3001: A Laced Odyssey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп