| Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
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| Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
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| Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
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| Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot hoops cruise
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| '93 magic blue on Shaq feet
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| Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes
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| Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me
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| Finally got that ass bitch, striptease me last week
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| I guess I got the dick so I make the rules
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| When they let the mothernigga play the rules
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| Strapped up motherfucker better play it cool
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| FNH 5.7, that’s my favorite tool
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| I’m a fool dog ass nigga
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| So go play with your kids I’m a grown ass nigga bitch
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| I’m a fool dog ass nigga
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| So go play with your kids I’m a grown ass nigga bitch
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| And It’s all on me I put it on me
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| Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree
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| We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
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| Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
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| And I put it on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said It’s all on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said I put it on me
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| Compton California that’s where I’m from
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| Fuck your girl pussy until it’s numb
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| Do my damn thing and I shake like I’m pimpin
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| Fakers stay hating long as real niggas recognize
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| I’m good, yeah yeah I’m good
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| Taking care of my day ones and feeding all my wolves
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| 2 365's ago I was live you know
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| Yeah I got off more tree than woods
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| Nigga its the real, ace of spades a deal
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| It ain’t what you say it’s how you say it, you feel
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| I do it from the chest I reek of success
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| You ain’t seen a nigga this cold out the West in a long time
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| Say you wanna problem it’s a long line
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| Super hot boy push a cold line
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| Shining, you staring at a gold mine
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| I’m on now, showtime
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| And It’s all on me I put it on me
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| Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree
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| We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
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| Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
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| And I put it on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said It’s all on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said I put it on me
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| Said it’s on me
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| We smoking OG
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| I meet up with my nigga
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| We chopping the whole key
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| I slap it on the five, he slap it on the G
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| But yo that’s still my folks be close since '93
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| It’s been money over bitches running with my niggas
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| Hooping with a squad of robbers and dope dealers
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| Look how these conditions turn children to cold killers
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| Knowing that the streets don’t got mercy on broke niggas
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| I’m thugging to the East Bay
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| Hit my nigga jack and said I’m on the freeway
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| I need another pack of that you know how play
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| Hit a lick or flipping zippers
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| I told my girl I’m just that type of nigga
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| Got my killer from the East Bay
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| Hit L.A. and got some weight off to a 8th Tray
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| He broke it down and had my money at the next day
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| Hit a lick or flipping zippers
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| Told my girl I’m just that type of nigga
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| And It’s all on me I put it on me
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| Until the day I die fuck hoes and smoke tree
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| We blessin' up the yak and rollin OG
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| Got bottles on the table the tab like 4Gs
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| And I put it on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said It’s all on me, me, me
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| I put it on me, me, me
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| Said I put it on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Me , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Baby Face Killa, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп