| I ain’t even started to spaz, I’m about to
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| Getting kind of anxious like shorty about to mouth you
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| Still laid back 'til the real payback
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| No time to party if the bills stay stacked
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| Everybody hustle 'til they raided like that
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| Plug still front 'cause I made it right back
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| LA robbery, Raiders like that
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| Then we slide out to Vegas 'cause they neighbors like that
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| Razor go splat, take ya whole pack
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| Still eat a Chi Chi, ain’t afraid to go back
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| Only hear opinions people stating no facts
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| Fat black dick let a racist hold that
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| Traces go back to the original owner
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| Robbed a pussy for ice, he slipped in a coma
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| Stay too local then the victim will know ya
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| Put him over the fence like hitting a Homer
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| Even vacuum sealed, a vicious aroma
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| Do it all from missing persons to different personas
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| Bloods around my city and ya nigga’s a donor
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| My younging get busy but his vision is older
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| Guzzle strong shit, I’m an alkie for life
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| Seen a couple things that had me doubting my wife
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| When I cop foreign’s they mount with a knife
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| So all that shit you pop could amount to fight
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| We ain’t got to get all live, shit already lit
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| Shorty boofed 112 grams, that’s some heavy shit
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| Had a really nice reception on some wedding shit
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| Label said they’d cover the chicken like a breading mix
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| I ain’t get invited but I’m here muthafucka
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| Songs don’t cry on the tier muthafucka
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| Take away the rap and it’s clear they a sucker
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| My driver like a deer 'cause he steer muthafucka
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| Get away from prison, everyday collision
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| They talk about my case but they never say we snitching
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| Leather face edition, medicate the rhythm
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| Meditate, separate spirit from religion
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| Living is a job to me, might show late
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| Always got a grip so the knife won’t break
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| You might hold weight then we turn it to a hold up
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| Speak real blunt, you can tell the way I roll up
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| Seen niggas fold up, they not supposed to bend
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| That’s why my ex and my kids are my closest friends
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| They think I’m hopeless, opus, searching for the Magnum
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| Shot him in the arm like he dope sick
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| Lean them up, knock his wind out, clean him up
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| Niggas on that sci-fi shit 'til we beam them up
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| Talk about things that I’ve done, you ain’t seen as much
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| Muthafuckas struggle to struggle then they scheme on us
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| Pull the beamer up, got a new BM
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| Send ya man a message not from a few DMs
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| Get ya friend poked like a sucker in the Poconos
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| Even did coke at a La Coka show
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| I been running with Eagles since the Oakland loss
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| Can’t run in my castle, there’s a moat to cross
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| This is motocross, jump you over dirt piles
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| Before you get your life ended make it worthwhile
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| Make gangsters put on a vest, church style
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| Take rappers dead any wave murk files
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| Shorty gonna cop or blow, it’s my first trial
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| Momma always told me you’ll have a worse child
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| Mom? |
| That’s highly improbable
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| Duke fought the whole ride to die in the hospital
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| Rather look at death then look at the obstacle
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| Send mass texts to all my killers watching you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ughhh, artist - GQ Nothin PrettyAlbum song David & Goliath: Slingshots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп