| Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
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| Nigga I’m 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that
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| Nigga I’m bout that, show you why I’m 'bout that
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| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m 'bout that
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| I’m in the hood all day broken plumbing
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| Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money
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| The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, tryna work him a spot
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| It ain’t gone work in his favor if I don’t see no paper, I’m mad
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| Frustrated, you can say doing bad
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| Took a loss, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half
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| You ain’t gon' front me? |
| I’m on your front steps like the mailman
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| Better yet your backdoor, you dead on your back porch
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| Cooperate or get laid down
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| Got nine ounces on the table, get ‘em right now
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| It’s cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle
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| Blame it on the next nigga and kill ‘em when they want to
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| Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah
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| Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs
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| You wonder why we act this way?
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| It’s the end of the month, you know that them checks come late!
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| I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
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| Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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| Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
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| I show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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| 211s turn to a 187 in a second when I’m wildin with the Wesson
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| Don’t believe me? |
| Ask the last dead nigga for a reference
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| Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit
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| Need a dime, got a dub, I need change and shit
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| Same clothes, three days I never change for shit
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| Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split
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| Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall
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| Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off!
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| (Man, my grand momma gave me that chain)
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| Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back
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| Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack
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| I sold some to the homie momma, lost a couple customers
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| Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us
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| Identifying hustlers
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| Now I made small time, small nine, still ain’t slop-py
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| I’m strapped at the swap meet, 'cuz niggas know I bang!
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| Better use it, motherfucker, or I’mma bust your brain!
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| I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
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| Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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| Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
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| I show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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| Motherfucker, I’ll be damned if a Nigga don’t eat out here
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| Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here
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| Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here
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| Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears
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| ScHoolboy Q, tell ‘em we ain’t thinking ‘bout no fair warns
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| Ready to rock ‘em, bring them choppers
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| Knock him out his Air 1's
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| Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm
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| Yelling out redruM, Murder! |
| Murder!
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| Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! |
| Serve ya!
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| Scurve in that ‘Burban, swerving like cursive
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| Fuck that double back, slap it in park
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| Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark
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| In broad daylight nigga, what’s your day like nigga
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| I’m surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers
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| Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain’t straight
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| Make ‘em stip like Magic City on a monday!
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| Rock!
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| I make everybody feel it when I’m on one
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| Make ‘em feel it when I’m on one
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one
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| Nigga I’m ‘bout that (‘bout that)
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| I show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| No mask, dirty pistols show you why I’m ‘bout that
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| I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I’m on one |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bout That , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Follow Me Home, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп