| Modest, I, be in interviews, some niggas hating
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| Cause I play it like, I no have no clue that I’m the greatest
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| Tori come, sit up on this dick, I see you waiting
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| Need a baby cause I’m too young and wild to be the savior
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| Nail me to the cross and I’m just hanging
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| Least they left the serpeant in my fingers, I’m just smoking
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| Players from my city rarely make it to a poster
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| 'less you got a warrant, what you got in that Corolla?
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| Oh, officer, just Boosie Boo and DG Yola
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| Won’t let them haters get me down, that’s what they told us
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| It’s funny how they blame the south when they weak shit don’t blow up
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| We came with all the funk while niggas act like they don’t know us
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| Just living a lie, OG’s, acting like hoes, we couldn’t rekindle the fire
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| Nigga, retire, nigga, catch up with the time, I can see more than the block
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| I can see more than your spot, I don’t be stuck in the past, homie, I’m puffing
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| The grass, holding my cool like a strap, look at my southerner ass
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| Niggas try to tell you what you want
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| But niggas rarely give you what you need
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| Bitch, I came right here with the bounce
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| And if that ain’t enough I got some weed
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| Yeah, cause
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| Quiet, I be in living room, cuh, nigga shaded
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| With my Nia Long, I sing her a song, she masturbating
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| Then bring me alone, she got something to say like Larry David
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| But I leave her lone, ho, I gotta go, I got a baby
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| Stuck in Babylon, niggas carry bombs and carry rabies
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| Who gon' speak for you? |
| Who gon' sing your song if you don’t play this?
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| I got stress for days, picture you go home and you that nigga
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| But can’t pay your bill, you can’t buy no diapers for your little one
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| Don’t you pay for thrill, child support is like a check away
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| How you chill with Kendrick? |
| Do you smoke with Q and Dr. Dre?
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| Least today is real, I should ask some groupie for some face
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| Just a stepping stone, least them kind of bitches know their place
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| This my second home, this where favorite rappers get replaced
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| This what the niggas from the South gon' kill that, doubt it, bring the bass
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| Bitch, I came here right here with an ounce
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| And if that ain’t enough you gotta leave |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Modest, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Album song Cilvia Demo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп