| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
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| So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
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| I say these bitches got it twisted, they don’t know who to fuck
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| So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
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| I said I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
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| So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
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| I say these bitches got it twisted, they don’t know who to fuck
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| So many playa-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Working white, I got some prices on my life
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| Some nigga tried to green light me, but I wasn’t going
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| I used to lay up with this bitch, I used to flip
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| And didn’t really give a shit about a nigga flowin'
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| She was content just tryna grind up to a brick
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| You could see her in the kitchen whippin' with the soda
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| I bought a ounce of cocaina 'fore I bent her over, and I remember
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| When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out
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| Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can’t even count
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| L.A. county jail, ain’t got my moms here to bail me out
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| Rap game break your homies' hearts if you leave 'em out
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| Dope game’ll leave you with a charge if you gettin' out
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| Government will fuck a nigga dreams, never live 'em out
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| I’m trapping on the blade, hella cards I was sweeping out
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| Rap game break these niggas hearts if you leave 'em out
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| I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
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| Said these bitches got it twisted, they don’t know who to fuck
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, straight to hell where these niggas goin'
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| Yeah, lifestyles of the insane, bang
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| Cost a little extra tryna be a real nigga
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| I thought a record contract would get the rent paid
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| Freddie Kane world tour, fuck a deal, nigga
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| And all the niggas jumped off, that was y’all loss
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| And they forgot who was the boss and covered all costs
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| But yesterday a 50 package got 'em all off
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| I UPS it on the ground, bet they all off
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| From the pages of a psychopath
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| And nowadays I never write 'em, just recite 'em, yeah
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| I put the lighter to the fire, and ignite it, yeah
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| My neighbor used to hit my alley just to buy a bag, and I remember
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| When the broads used to put me out, cars I was sleepin' out
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| Pill habit heavy, hella bars I can’t even count
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| L.A. county jail, ain’t got my moms here to bail me out
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| Rap game break your homies hearts if you leave 'em out
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| I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
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| I say these bitches got it twisted, they don’t know who to fuck
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
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| They say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I said I bet you got it twisted, you don’t know who to trust
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
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| I say these bitches got it twisted, they don’t know who to fuck
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| So many player-hatin' niggas tryna shine like us
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| They say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it
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| Yeah, straight to hell where these niggas goin'
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| Yeah
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| Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
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| Yeah
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| Straight to hell where these niggas goin'
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| Fuck
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| Say they ready, I don’t think they know it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rearview, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп