| Ayy, yeah
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| Beat him up, give me that
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| Fuck 'em, ah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Spent my life in the streets and I ain’t been bit yet
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| Say I’m dumb 'cause I’ll come and kill for respect
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| Real right street nigga, what the fuck do you expect?
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| If I can’t beat him, fuck it, go get the TEC
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| I ain’t taking no more L’s, can’t have that on my rep'
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| Ain’t gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step
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| Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web
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| I just got out and I’m already fuckin' celebs
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| My lil' raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass
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| Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I’m gon' spazz
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| Soon as I get it, make 'em mad
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| Sonning niggas, I’m they dad
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| Why you hate? |
| You should be glad
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| Beat my case, shout out to Brad
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| Beat my case, don’t gotta rat
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| I just made love to a nat
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| Why the fuck I ate the cat?
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| Aladdin, fucked her on a mat
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| Riding in a dirty Jag'
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| Riding with a dirty MAC
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| Hop out, it’s just me and Yack
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| Hop out dressed up in all black
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| Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
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| Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
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| Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
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| I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
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| 'Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
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| Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
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| If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
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| If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin' in people home
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| Never been a lame nigga, bitch, go ask about me
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| I’m always gon' get that bread, I’m just never gon' be cocky
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| Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey
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| My girl threw away my molly, so right now I’m on Perkys
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| Locked up, swear to God I was no man flunky
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| For that bottom bunk, I even had to beat up my bunkie
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| To be honest, I don’t even much really feel sorry
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| Cold hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody
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| I’m the freshest lil' coolest nigga inside the party
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| Christian Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly
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| In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
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| Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
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| On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie
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| Prayed up, I don’t even gotta go see mommy
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| Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
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| 'Cause for a bill, these hoes’ll do you like they did Cosby
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| Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her 'lone
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| Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
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| Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
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| I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
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| 'Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
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| Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
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| If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
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| If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin' in people home
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Beat him up, give me that
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| Fuck 'em, ah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not a Clone , by - Jackboy. Song from the album Lost In My Head, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп