| 24 hours to live, what would you do?
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| Just get high, treat everyday like my birthday, smoke with the crew
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| Hit the hood cause you know bitches be thirsty for dudes with loot
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| I change the paint to money green on my Cutlass
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| Rumble the roof like it was reinvented
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| Where the freaks is?
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| Whats a drop if ain’t no bitches in it?
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| Ride with me today, I’m in a mood to go spend some spinach
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| On my niggas of course
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| Funny how we straight from section 8, now we chill in resorts
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| 30, 40 deep on south beach, me and D-Edge
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| Brought some bitches with us, but fuck these Puerto Ricans instead
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| Do this for my people, hopefully I can leave them some bread
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| Before these punk polices or jealous streets leave me for dead
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| I live a wild life, some might say it’s child-like
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| On my second childhood
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| Bubba kush, banana wood, sippin on some purple fluid
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| These drugs will kill me before I let you do it
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| 187 Proof, I die today, I live through this music, Gibbs
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| Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
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| Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh out
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| Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching the gates
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| I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait
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| Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
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| Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh out
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| Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching the gates
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| I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait
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| Heaven can wait
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| Everyday I pray to be as strong as Huey Newton
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| Before you pull that trigger, take a closer look at who you shooting
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| Mirror image, nothing different, you just another slave
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| Tryin to succeed in these European’s narcotics trade
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| Worked all week, 140 dollars was all I made
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| Fuck a job, I’d rather chop a rock and be chopping blades
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| Gotta watch these cops cause I came too far to die in a cage
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| Watch who you fuck, rather catch a bullet than die from AIDS
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| Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
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| Crushing feelings on Broadway, I pulled that Monte SS out
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| Buy my mom a new spot and make sure that bitch super decked out
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| Swear I can’t leave this Earth 'til I’m sure that you never stress out
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| Before I left out
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| I grab the zip and extra clips and hit the L on 21st and Virginia,
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| and bless the Fifth
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| Hit the lab so I can lay all the shit I didn’t get to spit
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| Could die tonight, but what I write they forever gon' reminisce
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| It’s Gangsta Gibbs
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| Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
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| Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh out
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| Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching the gates
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| I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait
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| Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
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| Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh out
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| Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching the gates
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| I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait
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| Heaven can wait
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| Heaven can wait |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven Can Wait, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп