| I been stayin' out the way, I got so much shit on my plate
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| They been askin', «Where is Jay?» |
| I think it’s time that I escape
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| And I know these niggas too fake, and I know that they two-faced
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| No, I can’t fault them, that shit what happened too fake
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| I don’t wanna face, so I can relate and this shit crazy, this shit crazy
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| I got my job, a baby with my baby, she drive me crazy
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| And this shit crazy as the lean that I’m sippin' got me lazy
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| And I go through so much pain, that’s the reason that I’m faded
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| And they want me to stop, want me to flop, want me to quit
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| And I came up from the block, runnin' from cops in the bricks
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| And now since I’m on top, what I got, I cherish it
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| I done seen and did a lot, but I won’t gossip 'bout that shit
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| They got blood all on that money, blood all on my fingertips
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| Crazy how fame and the money could broke off relationships
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| But when you run out of money, that’s when they all disappear
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| They gon' start actin' funny and talk 'bout you when you ain’t there
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| Been through this shit before, so I know
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| They changed on me but that ain’t right, though (That ain’t right, though)
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| Walked in with every chain, now that’s a light show
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| Hopped in a foreign just so I could ride slow
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| Don’t talk to me right now
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| Tell all you pussy-ass niggas, «Pipe down»
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| Tell all these goofy-ass bitches, «You a clown»
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| Tryna ride my wave, fuck around and drown
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| I’m high as a bitch, I’m all in the clouds
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| On my way to the top, so I can’t look down
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| I was broke as a bitch, but look at me now
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| This shit is a blessing, I came from the ground
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| Forever I’m silent, I won’t make a sound
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| If you a fuck nigga, you can’t come around
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| I remember them days I was sellin' them pounds
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| I was stuck in the trap tryna get off an ounce
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| If I’m hungry, I’m puttin' your face to the ground
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| I gotta go get it, no waitin' around
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| My time ain’t next, we takin' it now
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| Can’t run from my problems, I’m facin' 'em now
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| I told all them bitches, «Stop calling my phone»
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| I all them niggas, «Bitch, leave me alone»
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| If he see us pressin', I’m callin' Jerome
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| They know I go extra, they know what I’m on
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| Slangin' that metal, my nigga, lil' chrome
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| You talkin' shit, we aim at your dome
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| Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home
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| Catch your ass lackin' when you comin' home
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| Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
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| Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
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| Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
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| Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
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| Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
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| Body bags for all my opps and all the bodies drop
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| Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop
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| Body bags for all my opps, we make their hearts stop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body Bags , by - JayDaYoungan. Song from the album Misunderstood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп