| We’d hide from the lights
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| On the village green
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| When I was seventeen
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| (Guess the dream is true hah?)
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| Uh yea wussup?
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| It’s the world baby
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| Uh yea wussup?
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| It’s the world baby
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| I was on my grind when I was 17
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| Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
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| Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 nins
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| When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
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| Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17
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| 17, I had a cutlass it was extra clean
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| Always thuggin', always on the scene
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| It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chings
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| I gotta get it, I want, I gotta have it
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| Tie the knots in the bag then I’m right back at it
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| Yea, 14 grams in my attic
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| The dealer or the user, who’s really the addict?
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| For this fast money I’m addicted
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| She kick me out the house, I got evicted, damn
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| Guess mama don’t love me no more
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| Said she might not even let me use her oven no more
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| 125, fresh off the press, smell the aroma
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| My uncle slick on the couch, he in a coma
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| And I swear that shits louder than an ambalance
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| Came back with extra 50, did the hammer dance
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| My grandma keep telling me I need some help
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| But I keep tellin' her that I need some wealth
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| Cutlass with the alpine, got the two knobs
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| Blow and the hard, bitch I got me jobs
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| At 17 I had a 9 with 17 shots
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| East 17, 5−17 block
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| Fitted to the left, whole hood claim Lord
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| Shout my niggas from valley Bronx to Concord
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| Nigga, used to play ball
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| Class, I took the day off
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| Tryna buy some new J’s, hopin' I get the skate off
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| Fully automatic shootouts, call that a spray-off
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| Before I ever see 17, I bust the K off
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| And my homie got me blowed in the worst way
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| 7 gram for 17 birthday
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| In the school hall we was getting cheddar then
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| Seventeen hundred in my Letterman
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| When I was 17
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| 17, we was the clean team
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| Up in Lenox food court, polo’d up, pullin' everything
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| Some lil niggas ‘bout their fra skins
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| Got my first QP 5 points from the africans
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| Had ‘em dimes stuffed fat then
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| Had ‘em stashed in the old spice can, thought I was slick then
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| Then it went to whole with Nando and Cho
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| Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass
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| Then it went to black vans and the task
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| Now we drinkin' milk, throwin' up slabs
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| Young and wild, chest out for the cash
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| Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green backs |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seventeen, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Baby Face Killa, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп