| I don’t have no fear in my heart
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| Sometimes, I feel like I don’t even have one
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| When life sucks, I just get sucked up
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| Bad luck got me fucked, but that Henny got me fucked up
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| Young sinner gettin' money like a pastor
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| How you can’t do math, but you a factor?
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| I know his mama call him George 'cause he curious
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| I hate when people take they job too serious
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| Stop actin' like your wage ain’t the minimum
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| Stop treatin' other people like they micro
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| Don’t check me, bitch, check your FICO
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| Your baby need WIC and your mama need Geico
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| You wasn’t with me when my Lola needed chemo
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| You wasn’t present when they rolled on me in Reno
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| I just threw my man a play like a free-throw
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| You get me off the Henny, goddamn, I’m a freak ho
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| If you put me on a date, I’m a cheap ho
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| If you put me in the booth, I’m a cheat code
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| I wanna be an innovator like Nigo
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| You wanna be from Oakland, nigga, you from Chico
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| Imposter, shoppin', dirty money washin'
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| Hood took another one, weepin' and sobbin'
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| Sleepin', they saw him still sweepin' the commas
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| Dolce Gabbana like the Dalai Lama, yeah
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| Sleepin' on floors to floor seats
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| No doors to door keeps
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| Big whores in four Jeeps
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| From forging to forgies
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| Ogres to orgies
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| Now they all adore me, Guapdaddy 4Gs
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| Had to piece up to eat, put my feet up now
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| If my Grandpa could see, papa, we up now
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| I just weep and I weep, lost my house, it hurt me
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| I moved out to Valley and I bought a new house
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| Down in Hollywood, watchin' Kill Bill off a pill
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| No Molly, antibiotics, 'cause I’m fuckin' up my body
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| Make sacrifices, so money maximizes
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| In my first bar, I was lyin' to myself
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| I’m still scared, yeah
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| What if my ego lyin' to me and I’m not it?
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| What if I play this and nobody is astonished?
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| Don’t wanna build myself up and get demolished
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| What if I’m s’posed to be down and impoverished?
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| What if I go home and they hit me in the noggin'?
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| I don’t wanna lose all I accomplished
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| They gon' point, they gon' shame
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| Tryna give me bad names, try to call me an—
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| Imposter, shoppin', dirty money washin'
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| Hood took another one, weepin' and sobbin'
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| They sleepin', they saw him still sweepin' the commas
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| Dolce Gabbana like the Dalai Lama, yeah
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| Sleepin' on floors to floor seats
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| No doors to door keeps
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| Big whores in four Jeeps
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| From forging to forgies
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| Ogres to orgies
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| Now they all adore me, Guapdaddy 4Gs
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| Had to piece up to eat, put my feet up now
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| If my Grandpa could see, papa, we up now
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| I just weep and I weep, lost my house, it hurt me
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| I moved out to Valley and I bought a new house |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dolce & Gabbana Dalai Lama, artist - Guapdad 4000. Album song Platinum Falcon Tape, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп