| Till it’s over
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| Waddup tho? |
| Waddup?
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| Feel good to feel good, you know?
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| Khrysis
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| Safe travels to my niggas and shit, ya dig?
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| Ay
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| Rain falling I’m praying for those in thin garments
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| I do for my city and all of its importance
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| Nothing new for the select few that’s been on it
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| Rap album done and Gu' just threw a mix on it
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| I know to like, love it, probably my pitch on it
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| Not to mention let me drop a couple cliffs on it
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| That’s bars nigga, I take it far as the trip you missing
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| Far as the ones I’m with I need for ya’ll to stop and listen
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| For my pops, appreciate you, always dropping wisdom
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| Mama I love hope you know you mean a lot to Quentin
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| Asia the world to me I hope you never stop spinning
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| Give em a bouquet don’t wait until they’re not living
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| Today I thought about my potna' he ain’t here no more
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| His son hurt from it, years later it’s startin to show
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| I’m starting to go down memory lane come ride with me
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| Keep to myself but with this shit? |
| I let you vibe with me
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| I’m still truckin like Dodge hit me to lend advise
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| A small world but not to those who know I’m big as life
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| You just OKC I think you should leave it 'lone
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| I’m really good you just compete with cones, killing y’all
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| Wack niggas back home rapping, who think you on
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| You either dumb as fuck my nigga or to each his own
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| My flight said I’m back to NC to handle business
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| Show a Grammy to my family that would be tremendous
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| I feel it every day truthfully, what I got’s official
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| I’m tryna drop an EP, president dropping missiles
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| America sinking, Raiders leaving, I’m here tweaking
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| Cheifing got me feeling like nerds, square vegan
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| Face known like bitches that’s out every weekend
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| Don’t say I’m dope, that’s common sense like player’s cheating
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| City 'bout to love me though, I think that’s safe to say
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| Still ain’t forgave em for the days they never looked my way
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| Connect dots the way it line ain’t have to search for this
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| It ain’t no handout though, don’t act like I ain’t work for this
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| Taqueria chips, parking lot, and Aaliyah hits
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| I get to heaven’s door I just hope that the key’ll twist
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| Back in 2−6, Denise will have me chillin' over
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| For pregame last shot hurt us like Villanovas
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| Boys to men from JET models to peeling posters
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| Word to see she the reason I’m feeling closer
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| Yeah, feeling closer
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| I had a lot of preparation for this real exposure
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| Working like I want my bank account as real as Oprah’s
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| Black Mamba, killer cobra until it’s over
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| Yeah, til' its over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till It's Over , by - GQ. Song from the album E 14th, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп