| Big homie, had a high point 9 mm, selling dope all in the classroom
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| If he get caught, probably kill a teacher
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| Crackhead, tryin' to steal his speakers
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| Jack boy, tryin' to take his sneakers
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| Plug trippin', I can get it cheaper
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| But he still callin' up a nigga phone
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| I don’t want the dope no more
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| All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough
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| All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,
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| I don’t want the dope no more
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| All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door
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| I need a flat-head screwdriver, acting like a bitch, I’ll get a new driver
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| Rollin' with a couple two-timers, double back boys yea the tool timers
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| Yeah, I see ya whole crew shinin', thank you niggas for the new diamonds
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| Thank you niggas for the earrings, shot by his face and made his ear ring
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| Half a gram on the porcelain, I will never be poor again
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| Uncle turned to a Muslim, start smoking crack and now he eating pork again
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| I just watched my nigga snort a 8th, ridin' round with a.38
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| Smokin' dope since he was 38, he was like «Look, nephew, Goddamn»
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| I don’t want the dope no more
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| All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga knows is get dough
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| All a nigga- hol' up, yeah, wait, I don’t want the dope no more,
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| I don’t want the dope no more
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| All a nigga know is kick door, all a nigga do is kick door
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| What’s the matter? |
| Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
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| guns go rattatata?
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| I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
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| dark matter
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| What’s the matter? |
| Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
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| guns go rattatata?
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| I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
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| dark matter
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| Who knew we’d tote choppers when Grams was watching soap operas?
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| No poppers, we wasn’t coached proper, the pole poppin’ll knock the soul out ya
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| Live by street law, never tell pigs what we saw
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| This shit is Skee-Ball, make it up the hill then you free fall
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| This a nightmare you can’t sleep off
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| No Ambien can drown out the randomness of an ambulance, cannabis can’t grant
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| you a thick enough smokescreen
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| To block out hoes' dreams and desperation of a dope fiend
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| My hands been dirty, I’m not sure if this something soap cleans but I’m
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| scrubbin' and scrubbin' and fuck
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| Snuck in a club with a snub again and ended up bustin' in parking lot when that
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| bitch close
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| Told cousin to meet me on Covington at Citgo
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| Temp is bubblin', senses is doublin', right back to scrubbin' and scrubbin' and
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| scrubbin' it
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| Dark thoughts hovering, that the idea of me strugglin'
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| So needless to say I’m right back at it again, strapped and strapped for cash
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| and willing to take a crack at it for ends
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| What’s the matter? |
| Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
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| guns go rattatata?
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| I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
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| dark matter
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| What’s the matter? |
| Don’t wanna see the brains splatter, glass shatter and them
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| guns go rattatata?
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| I’m from a place where lives do not matter, especially those with skin like
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| dark- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bishop Speaks ... Matter , by - Grip. Song from the album Snubnose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп