| Yeah
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| I done spent the night in the stu'
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| Man, it’s 11:30
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| 'Til I feel it’s done and shit
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| I been in this bitch like, thirty-six hours
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| Ayy, you know, Meek be callin' me the golden child and shit
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| Yeah, it’s probably 'cause, you know
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| (Why you call me the golden child, anyway?)
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| I was built for all this shit
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| Everything, like, I just
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| Whatever I do, man, good or bad
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| I just lay down on my bed, fuck it
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| I just lay down in my bed, fuck it
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| Wopskino ask if I want him dead
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| And I’m like, «Yeah, fuck it»
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| Them shootouts and high speeds
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| I made it out, but I ain’t lucky
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| Had to walk home on the opps
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| They see that bitch 'cause I ain’t tuck it
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| Jdot used to call my phone, tell me «Pop outside,» I’m already comin'
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| He was thirsty to pick me up
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| 'Cause both us tryin' to score a bucket
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| It was no one man above the group
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| We gon' fall together, fuck it (Fuck it)
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| But it’s always just that one
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| With the biggest head, LeToya Luckett
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| Remember Rell turned himself in?
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| We was droppin' Aca, tweleve or muddy
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| Fell asleep standin' up in front of my mama
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| She knew I was up to somethin'
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| Then I dropped out of school to get this money
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| She knew I was up-and-comin'
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| Then I walked in the house one day with a Wilt Chamberlain
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| All hundreds
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| Since my first hundred K I was focused and kept savin'
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| All hundreds
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| Everybody tellin' me do this and do that
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| Nigga, this ain’t y’all money
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| When I was young I couldn’t wait 'til I grow up
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| And I got my own money
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| Now I’m grown and got a son
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| Gotta keep it comin'
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| Soon as I get done, back on the run
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| I can’t sleep for nothin', uh
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| They gave me a million bucks to talk
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| So at least I speak for somethin', uh
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| Told them boys I wanna race
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| A hundred miles and runnin', uh
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| God forbid it’s my time to go
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| Then I’m just gon' keep gunnin', uh
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| I’m just gon' get money, uh
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| And when I make two hundred, uh
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| And my bitch got a bank account
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| With nothin' less than four hundred, uh
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| You know I’m big dog, everything paid for
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| She ain’t gotta spend no money, uh
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| Don’t no female in my life
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| Get up and work for nothing, uh
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| My son grannies don’t need nothin', uh
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| Aunties don’t need nothin', uh
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| None of my brothers need nothin', uh
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| 'Cept for probably a lawyer or somethin'
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| Probably somebody to watch their daughter or somethin'
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| Smokin' v-line, need a quarter or somethin'
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| Still know how to boil water, uh
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| Hit a bro if you need a order or somethin'
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| He asked me to hold on tight to my past
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| Like a hoarder or somethin' (Hoarder)
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| Can’t trust all my homies
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| Feel like Rich Porter or somethin'
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| If your mind was right
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| I might go have somethin' cross the border comin'
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| But niggas ain’t ready to eat
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| I ain’t goin' to war over nothin'
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| Lost too many of my brothers to this shit
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| I can’t afford another
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| You know I’m gon' go, right or wrong
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| So at least keep me informed or somethin'
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| My mama must have prayed to gangsta God
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| Before I was born or somethin'
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| You know I’ma hit a nigga but before I see the nigga
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| Just gimme a warnin' or somethin'
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| Everywhere I go somebody recordin' somethin'
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| Poppin' 'em all when I’m bored or somethin'
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| Really I need an award or somethin'
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| Bitch put me up on that boy for somethin'
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| The shit I was doin' in the streets
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| I ain’t never seen you, but I’ma ignore it, it’s nothin'
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| Niggas say they gettin' their shit out the mud
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| Like my streets aren’t as dirty as yours or somethin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wilt Chamberlin, artist - G Herbo. Album song Still Swervin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп