| Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
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| Pull up in the 'Rari with the fire like dragon
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| And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
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| What happenin'?
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| Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
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| Ooh!
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| We gon' put him in his grave (Shit!)
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| Closed casket, no case
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| I’ma hide my face
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| My bullets shoot with pain
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| Tell her fall back, I need space
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| We ahead of them in this race
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| Give me good top in the Range
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| Woah, did 180 up on the dash (Dash)
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| I count it up like it’s math (Math)
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| I ball hard like I’m Steve Nash, woah (Nash)
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| I fucked your bitch, then gave her back
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| You hit her phone like, «Where you at?»
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| I got her creeping through your backdoor, ayy (Backdoor)
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| I got VVS on my teeth (My teeth)
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| I’ma ride or die for my team
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| My diamonds shine, I might lean
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| My coupe came with wings
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| You’re a broke boy who fiends
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| I’ma take 'em out when I see 'em
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| You a hatin' nigga, why you breathin'?
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| Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
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| Pull up in the 'Rari with the fire like dragon
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| And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
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| What happenin'?
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| Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
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| Ooh!
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| We gon' put him in his grave (Shit!)
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| Closed casket, no case
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| I’ma hide my face
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| My bullets shoot with pain
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| Tell her fall back, I need space
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| We ahead of them in this race
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| Give me good top in the Range
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| Gnarly mentality
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| Put your lil' bitch on salary
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| Made her cut back on calories, ayy
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| Feel the rage, you can see it in my whole face
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| VV’s shining, and they looking like some sun rays
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| Slap a pussy nigga if he start talkin' crazy
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| Slap a lil' nigga if he start talkin' brazy
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| Collect the pain while I’m going through these changes
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| I got bands now, now I’m gettin' a lil' famous
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| Bust it open for me and I catch it all on camera
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| Don’t even remember, think lil' mama name was Pamela
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| When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want
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| When I die, bury me a legend, all I really want
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| Issa knife like 21, my mama raised a savage
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| Pull up in the 'Rari with the fire like dragon
|
| And we like the car tinted, fuck around, get tragic
|
| What happenin'?
|
| Someone call your mama, she gon' come collect your casket
|
| Ooh!
|
| We gon' put him in his grave (Shit!)
|
| Closed casket, no case
|
| I’ma hide my face
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| My bullets shoot with pain
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| Tell her fall back, I need space
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| We ahead of them in this race
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| Give me good top in the Range |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song GRAVE , by - Lil Gnar. Song from the album GNAR Lif3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп