| Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
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| Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
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| Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
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| Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
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| Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
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| When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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| Spent a real big sack and it’s still on the receipt in the register
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| I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh
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| Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her
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| Shit we just committed I ain’t telling her
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| Jury say I’m guilty, tryna stick me in the box
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| Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top
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| My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out
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| Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out
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| Slide down, we ain’t dining in, we got to take them out
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| Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
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| Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
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| Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out
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| I’m addicted to money and fancy cars
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| You ain’t Glory Boy you ain’t Savage Squad
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| You know you can’t be out after dark
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| Let the tech and mac off, that’s a damn menage
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| My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
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| Went through her phone all I see is my collage
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| I’m 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
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| They be hating on me trying to sabotage
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| Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
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| Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
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| Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
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| Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
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| Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
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| When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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| Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head
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| Damn, the next day they found your ass dead
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| All face shots man we don’t shoot at legs
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| Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds
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| I let them play with big guns like them ARs
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| You ain’t Glory Boy, you ain’t Savage Squad
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| You ain’t from the streets, you ain’t with the mob
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| Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged
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| Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard
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| With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards
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| Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge
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| And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad
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| Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
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| Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
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| Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
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| Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
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| Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
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| When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
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| Real trap nigga, man I never had a job |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Had A Job, artist - Fredo Santana. Album song Fredo Kruger 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп