| Growin' up got A’s and B’s in school ain’t have to drop out
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| I ain’t want no 9 to 5 cause that’s a cop-out
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| And now everytime I pop out I just bring a lot out
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| Don’t matter anywhere that I go, I’m gon bring the Glock out
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| My niggas wit that, pull up get busy and skat
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| Yo bitch told Mally, she tryna let me hit from the back
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| Might tip, wanna give her a rack, can’t come in my house
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| Unless you was givin' the neck, so handle ya business or
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| Jet, won’t sit at my table unless you was givin' a check or took
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| Half percentage of that…
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| I wasn’t tryna holla, unless you was givin a profit or took
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| Half percentage of that
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| I’m gon do whatever involvin' me gettin' to that check ain’t
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| No line of scrimmage for that
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| And you know the numbers if you callin' me for a show
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| Pull up or get it in Jet, TSA trippin' I don’t fuck wit the flight
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| Attendants, I can’t wait to get on a Jet
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| 18, 19 drinkin' 8th's on the road, did 20 dates on the road
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| Tryna get to court, but I still got a show in New York
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| I was fightin' my case on the road
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| My brother be shippin' and gift wrappin' away sellin'
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| And taping them poles
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| And 2 of em' gone, soon as the pack touch down
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| Now we got 28 of them ho’s
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| Walk in yo club, fuck it up wit the rolls
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| Bitches get pussy, don’t pay for them ho’s
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| And if I decided I’m gon make it rain, fuck up a check on
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| Like 8 of them ho’s
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| Bring yo bitch over, if she say my name
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| I do my thang, she can’t take it no more
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| Save me the games, I’ll blow out ya brains
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| If I reach inside these Balmain’s
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| Just don’t interfere wit my lane
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| Hook
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| Was never a dummy, I ain’t have to drop out
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| Went on the road just to rock out
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| Wanted money, got tired I had none when I popped out
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| Rollin' up blunts at my ma’s house
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| I ran up me a check, fell in love wit designer
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| Still saw them deals, and ain’t sign em'
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| I can see I appeal to yo ho like I’m Santa
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| Spit somethin' for me, I’ll sign her
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| And when my teacher sat in the classroom
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| I had it, still could complete my assignments
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| When she ask me if I been to sleep and I hadn’t
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| Couldn’t had been, I was grindin'
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| Remember niggas addin', I was just static
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| But what they be, I was shinin'
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| Just go back on my record of history of hatred you
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| See come from me, underline it
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| And the average nigga got half of the patience as me
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| I go from A to the Z, wait out his house in the bushes
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| From 8 to 3, hop out give him 8 from the G
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| Call me «G Herbo», or say «Herbo Baby» for sweet
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| But don’t take the H from the G
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| Baby don’t play wit the G
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| Call me when you put the babies to sleep
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| Come thru I’m tryna put ya face in the sheets
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dropout , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Welcome to Fazoland 1.5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп