| These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
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| Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
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| Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
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| And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
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| Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
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| These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
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| In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
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| You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
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| You can keep your two cnts, bitch, you ain’t help me make a dim
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| Can’t work no nine to five, in my eyes that’s wastin' time
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| I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
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| I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
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| Wake up in the trenches, can’t leave the house without my nine
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| Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
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| Gotta keep a gun, don’t wanna see his mama crying
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| If it’s a shootout I’m not gonna be the one that’s dying
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| Shots go off, shots firing
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| Can’t find the opps, they love hiding
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| Step in my scope, I love sniping
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| I ain’t got time for no fighting
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| Ho, I won’t go toe to toe, pop you like I’m Tory Lanez
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| Give no fucks, I’ma let it bang
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| Let 'em hear my Glock sing
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| Sharpshooter, don’t need no range
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| All my niggas tryna bust his brain
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| My shooter don’t take pictures, he don’t want no fame
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| Used to run in the streets now I’m runnin' the thing
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| A brand-new coupe now it’s switching lanes
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| Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
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| She just get the dick, you don’t get a ring
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| These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
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| Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
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| Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
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| And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
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| Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
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| These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
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| In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
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| You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions
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| These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
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| Don’t compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
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| Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
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| And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
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| Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
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| These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain’t livin' how we livin'
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| In real life I’m winning, so fuck you and your opinion
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| You can keep your two cents if it ain’t help make these millions |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Me Lose It , by - Jackboy. Song from the album Living In History, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп