| Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
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| Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta
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| Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover
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| Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
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| Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind
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| Where you from? |
| Take ya time, bust a nigga no response
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| Rest a hater, respirator… no response
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| Green light, go time, where yo block? |
| I know mine
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| So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga
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| Re-up with a seven cuz that’s all I can get, nigga
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| Small time hustler, me I’m just a governor
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| Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular
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| Projects hold me down, A1 customers
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| A1 army guns, A1 predators
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| Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us
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| Nigga we ain’t scared of nothing, break it down, show me something
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| I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
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| Burn ya whole block down like propane
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| Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
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| If you ain’t know, now you know mayne!
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| Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
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| Finna take another trip to the liquor store
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| The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
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| These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke
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| Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin'
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| Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin'
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| Model bitch think I’m trickin', oh no, no-go
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| W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo' mo'
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| What the fuck you thought this was? |
| All I know is doin' me
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| Flyin' spur doin' 3, gutter lane, blowin' tree
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| Homie what you smokin' on? |
| I can get it dirt cheap
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| I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow
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| I can show you how to whip it
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| Birdies given off a show, servin' quail in the kitchen
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| Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked
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| Some deals go sour, real niggas locked up
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| Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that’s life
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| Murders keep me stressed at night
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| My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice
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| Story of a real nigga, this is how I feel, nigga
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| Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga!
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| I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
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| Burn ya whole block down like propane
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| Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
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| If you ain’t know, now you know mayne!
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| Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
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| Finna take another trip to the liquor store
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| The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
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| These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke
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| My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me
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| Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me
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| Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
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| Know tomorrows never promised
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| Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish
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| Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lord’s forgiveness
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| Know I’ve been through obstacles
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| Know I gotta shit on niggas, know I gotta do my thang
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| Knowin' that I’m knee deep, know the drama that it brings
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| Know I can’t trust these hoes, know I can’t chase these bitches
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| Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes
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| Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures
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| Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
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| Know I gotta stay silent, know I can’t fall for nothing
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| Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
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| Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me
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| Know I gotta keep it pushin', know you can’t fuck with me
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| I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
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| Burn ya whole block down like propane
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| Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
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| If you ain’t know, now you know mayne!
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| Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
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| Finna take another trip to the liquor store
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| The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
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| These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Joke , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Black Friday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп