| Serve a brick with my Ballys on
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| Got a AP and a Rollie on
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| I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
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| Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
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| Nigga, this real life
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| This just ain’t no song
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| Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
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| Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home
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| All praise be to Allah, I made it this long
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| All it take is one slip-up
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| Gotta make the right decisions
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| Learned from the dead homies
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| Gotta move with precision
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| Never been a dummy
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| Read up on two different religions
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| I got eyes in the back of my head
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| I never let a nigga catch me slipping
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| Society say I’m a menace
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| Fuck a job, nigga, I’m trying to get richness
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| Dope hole nigga, trapping in the trenches
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| My niggas will kill you, they find out you snitching
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| Crossed the club and niggas out there with bitches
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| Still got a hundred real niggas with it
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| Got some niggas hating me, won’t admit it
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| Fuck them pussies, I’ma fuck on their bitches
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| Never had nothing, I’m happy for my critics
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| That just means you see how I’m living
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| Brought all my brothers with me from the trenches
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| My bitch, she act like a princess
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| Still got a cup of real nigga left
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| Still got some niggas gotta get dealt
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| Money bandana
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| Money, power, and respect
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| Serve a brick with my Ballys on
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| Got a AP and a Rollie on
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| I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
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| Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
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| Nigga, this real life
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| This just ain’t no song
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| Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
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| Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home
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| All praise be to Allah, I made it this long
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| I stayed down, so the AP and the Rollie on me
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| All praise to Allah, that’s the big homie
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| Trapping and juuging, I’m known for that code
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| Hit it, we like the
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| On 1'5, slamming these pussies for riches
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| Ain’t no way that none of my niggas switching
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| MONY POWR RSPT, know the Feds tryna blame us
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| I know that they had it, my diamonds to blame
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| I’m in the trenches, ain’t no tucking my chain
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| I started with nicks, now I’m holding things
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| So my bad bitch call my hoe names
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| Serve a nigga with the unknown name
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| Switching phones up, other shit on my wrist
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| On 1'5, I’ve been cooking up the bricks
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| From what the streets say, don’t snitch
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| I got this Rollie on my wrist from the 'mix
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| DrugRixh living lavish, nigga, fuck a bitch
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| Keep a stick on me when I serve the bricks
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| On Percocets and Xans, playas know that shit
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| Serving the bricks, nigga, watch out for Vics
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| We did it on our own, MONY POWR RSPT shit
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| Real life trapper, no counterfeit
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| Free all my niggas that’s banging that murder shit
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| And thankful for God for keeping me safe with that 30 clip
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| Serve a brick with my Ballys on
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| Got a AP and a Rollie on
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| I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own
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| Put my passion from the streets in the microphone
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| Nigga, this real life
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| This just ain’t no song
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| Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone
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| Know some niggas that ain’t never fucking coming home
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| All praise be to Allah, I made it this long |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forreal , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп