| Ayo, I’m yappin' these jewels
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| Clappin' these dudes
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| A straight born Killa
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| It’s Q.B. |
| Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
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| Niggas that put holes in squealers
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| Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror
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| Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
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| Safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine
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| I’m floatin', left lane open where I could get through
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| The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
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| I skidded out, now I’m outta control
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| Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do'
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| I’m hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
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| It’s gotta be them cause I ain’t dyin'
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| I’m bonin' out
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| Bit the top off a Guiness stoute
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| Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
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| I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
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| Look at my mug, you can tell that I’m bugged niggas
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| Chorus — Why it feel good to be real and reveal who’s fake? |
| Why ya’ll
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| Niggas got the girly mouth? |
| Why we feel great? |
| Why ya’ll look mad with a
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| Frowned face? |
| Why the hoes love The Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'?
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| Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? |
| With big slugs that
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| Can’t be traced, and why ya’ll look so corny tryin' to imitate these
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| Real niggas that’ll punch you in your face?
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| I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real
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| Saw niggas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls
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| High saditty, she act like she innocent
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| She act like her pussy ain’t where my niggas been
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| Hate when she act like she never met me
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| She can’t forget me
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| Thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me
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| Cause I cruise yachts like Lefty and Sonny Black
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| Your hoes wanna lick honey out my crack
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| I’ll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic
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| Cause I knew she would like it
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| Push fleetwood Caddy’s feelin' righteous
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| I eat good, no red meat I like Fish
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| Ya’ll never in your life seen money
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| I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties
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| Smuggle bootleg liquor
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| I shoot 'till you dead nigga
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| I’m about bread, these rhymes is off the head nigga
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| Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
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| I flow off techno beats and rep the streets
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| You a one verse assasin
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| I’m a multiple LP long lastin'
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| Peekin' again
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| Grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin
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| Former low life, now I’m the Bling Bling King
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| Respect it
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| See me with the shit I say on record
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| Not like these fake thugs, please wake up
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| If I die I’m’a rise from the grave
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| With two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Millennium Thug , by - Funk Flex. Song from the album The Tunnel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп