| Where a nigga disrespect that’s why I leave me
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| Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me
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| Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me
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| Where a nigga disrespect that’s why I leave me
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| Fuck around, you gon need the whole family to help you
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| Throw a bullet at you bitch ass, man it ain’t welcome
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| Put em under the pressure, know the gun is his fresher
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| Got the best shit in the city and the numbers is lesser
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| , the 's white 2pac, before had it, I’m on to salad
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| Nigga we been the best, before you knew Khaled
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| Mastered the trap like P, is you bout it?
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| Jumping out of jets at 16
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| Straight from the block had a nigga on big screens
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| Neighbors telling mama I was cutting class
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| Look at your boy on a hell of a path
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| Bitch niggas all hate, they don’t love it for real
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| I’m here to murder pussy boy, slug in your grill
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| Ready to die, just the life we live
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| We killing everything moving except for wife and the kids
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| Kill em all!
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| Bitches want to fuck, they don’t want to work
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| I don’t give a fuck about no pussy, where the work
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| Big black matt, do my own dirt
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| Asking where I been at, I been in that wave surf
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| First things first, man you’re fucking with the worst
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| Wouldn’t piss in her mouth if a bitch was dying of thirst
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| I’m providing the murder, your mama supplied the hearse
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| Since birth, original hot boy like turf
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| Hop up out the shower, feel like I got the power
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| Paper god, play a level, pocket on fire
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| Big boy bourbon, 32 on the tire
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| Pull up wearing a turban, dirty, no license
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| Fired a firearm, quiet storm
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| Dress warm, cold world, I got to keep the hoodie on
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| Classic, keep an oldie but goodie on
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| Peed Crakk shit, showing rappers what they should be doing
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| We’re out here touring the spots you never heard of
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| In the states we’re touring with Glocks, we’re not nervous
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| Pop off, hop in the whip with my burner
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| It’s a state property clique, we all murder
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| Best beard ever, keep the
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| That’s the KR swing down your way with the desert
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| Know I’m with the bad, yes I’m a king
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| And before I ever sing used to sling with the peasants
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| Fuck with kid who jump of the sink
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| You no longer live, go hang with the reverend
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| Get dough all for spitting, Don’t offer pies
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| Get dough 365 24 7
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| Fuck Freeway, just call me doughman
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| Best flow man, big beard like an old man
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| Grown man, hold weight like I’m rose and
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| Angry tiring, I sling iron like I’m Conan |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reputation, artist - State PropertyAlbum song Month of Madness, Vol. 12, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп