| GANG!
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| Louie what’chu on bro?
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| Another day, another body droppin'
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| If I go broke then I’mma rob somebody
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| A fragile body can’t survive a shotty
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| Pump a nigga, I’ll slump a nigga
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| And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas
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| But I’ll still never run from a nigga
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| Catch a nigga hollows flyin' for dem niggas
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| 50 hit every last one of niggas
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| Got some old heads that’ll slump a nigga
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| But you still can get killed by my younger niggas
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| My young niggas hungry, put 'em on a lick
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| And they’ll take every last thing from a nigga
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| I got hittas wit' me rollin' off a flat
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| Now it’s hittas in me, ridin' wit' this 30
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| I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi
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| Lil bro gotta 30 now it’s me and 60
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| We ain’t goin' in 'til them bitches empty
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| Mally tryna make his Glock go empty
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| Ridin' on them oppers but they block so empty
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| Kobe make me wanna catch a body
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| Seeking for revenge, but that’s not forgiveness
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| My niggas ridin' wit' it, they on business
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| Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness
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| My hittas know they don’t condone the snitchin'
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| Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness!
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| Lookin' for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin'
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| See him in the field, up the nickel
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| Niggas act like they pretendin'
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| Bitch I’m in the field wit' the steel
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| Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin'
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| Lil bro keep a Glock wit' 30 shots for any block
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| Wit' red beams to help them pay attention
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| Another day, another dollar for me
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| Wake up and get to the money
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| Money on me so that tool is on me
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| If I want him gone, I’ll put money on 'em
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| AKs wit' them hunnids in 'em
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| Let 'em up, bring out the runner in 'em
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| Ion bop I do the money dance
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| Pack louder than an ambulance
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| I be goin' dumb wit' my big head friends
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| Them new hun duns make me feelin' friends
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| I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans
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| Gotta get this green by any means
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| Cop killas in the magazines
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| From the block to the magazines
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| I’m Mike, yo bitch Billie Jean
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| Make her best friend lick her belly ring
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| My life like a Belly scene
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| Catch me flexin' in that Pelle thing
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| Bitches want me like a wedding ring
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| No answer I just let it ring
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| No time to talk baby 'tml'
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| And ion set up no voicemail
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| M.O.B. |
| 'til I D-I-E
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| Wit' a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee
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| Shoot a creep in the eye and tell 'em, «see»
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| I told yo dumbass not to fuck wit' me
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| No love for a bitch I just fuck and leave
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| She just suckin' dick, and she ugly
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| I’m sick of gettin' bands I got counterflu
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| Killas a hit up a carnival
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| Get shot hella times like its lots of you
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| We DOA they can’t doctor you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Day, artist - G Herbo. Album song Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп