| Tell the streets I’ve been down for a minute
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| Chop it up and let my real niggas finish
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| Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole
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| Choppin' up them O’s, I was gettin' it on the road
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| I was ready for whatever man
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| I remember I was sellin' things
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| Said I was ready for whatever man
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| With some niggas, they don’t ever change
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga we ride Vogues
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| This for you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes
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| I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold
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| Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don’t see 5−0
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| License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant
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| Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas
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| Insecure about my looks, wouldn’t pop it with the bitches
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| Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention
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| Why I was starvin' for attention? |
| All she wanted is my attention
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| All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her
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| Thug it out and keep shit undercover
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| Told myself that I would never love her
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| But I cuss her out, blow up her phone
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| Get mad if another nigga touch her
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| Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelin’s
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| Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' bitches
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| But when the Lord gave me my daughter
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| Helped me paint the picture
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| Man all the shit I did, I’m blessed the streets ain’t take a nigga
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| Nigga I stay
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| Ready for whatever man
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| And some niggas, they don’t ever change
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| And I remember I was sellin' things
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| I was ready for whatever man
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices
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| I scope up Diego, my nigga, we beepin'
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| My day run, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight
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| I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate
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| We masked up, all my niggas masked up
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| Did a show in Brooklyn, niggas tried to get me blast up
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| Thought you was my nigga, hate to see me get my cash up
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| Then some niggas hit me, hollows almost tore my ass up
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| Your shooters was some actors
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| Actin' ass niggas
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| Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur ass niggas
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| Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them
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| Only time I let me know when you were stabbed in the back nigga
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| I remember we was sellin' things
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| Came to you, I’d do whatever man
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| I was ready for whatever man
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| I remember I was sellin' things
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| I let it go, I let it go
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| And I was ready for whatever man
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| With some niggas, they don’t ever change
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| I let it go, I let it go, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga, we ride Vogues
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| Fuck you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes
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| I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold
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| Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don’t see 5−0
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| License to spend it, I was livin' ignorant
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| Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas
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| Insecure about my looks, wouldn’t pop it with the bitches
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| Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention
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| Why I was starvin' for attention? |
| All she wanted is my attention
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| Fuck you bitches
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| All my daughter want is my attention
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| All she want is my attention, yeah
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| So why am I starvin' for attention?
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| All she want is my attention, hmm
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| Starvin' for attention
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| My daughter wants my attention |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Insecurities, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп