| I sit on the end at the movies and let my feet stick out
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| Any nigga with a problem get his teeth chipped out
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| Fuck around and get your fleet picked out
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| My nina ross is like window defrost when this heat kick out (out!)
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| Bring your heater when you come to the D
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| That’s why the invitation reads B.Y.O.G
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| Beyond focus, graduated from the ranks of hopeless
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| Great shot, my gun scopeless
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| It’s Detroit’s turn, sit back and learn
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| While we kick back and yearn
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| Sip 'gnac and burn the best weed
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| You wanna challenge my theory, my nigga, let’s bleed
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| Turn the Great Lakes into the Red Seas
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| I smell the bitch in you niggas from here
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| I’m in your face so I’m positive you’re hearin' me clear (yeah!)
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| It’s our year, there will be no fakin'
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| So you pussy niggas should consider relocation
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| We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery
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| Strapped, livin' the live, this ain’t rap, nigga
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| It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya
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| Got a script for the actin' up (action!)
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| We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery
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| Strapped, livin' the live, this ain’t rap, nigga
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| It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya
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| Got a script for the actin' up (action!)
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| It ain’t the game we play, but the way that we play it
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| Mad to beat it and Jay Dee to spray it
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| Guilt for the get-away and shakin' the haters
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| Fuck sayin' names, makin' ‘em famous
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| It’s barefoot bullyshit, so you don’t need them house shoes
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| Or nothin', just like what peon niggas amount to
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| When we bounce through, don’t get nervous
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| You gets no service on some 'no shoes no shirt' shit
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| Is it serious here? |
| Wait for the verdict
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| It won’t be in your favor the case and the jury is bribed
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| You can compare it to mace in the eye
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| I spit it, it burns, you better learn I’m one of the greatest alive
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| And got somethin' to say? |
| Choke on the balls
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| Jaylib invade, it’s over for y’all, muh’fuckers
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| We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery
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| Strapped, livin' the live, this ain’t rap, nigga
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| It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya
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| Got a script for the actin' up (action!)
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| We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery
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| Strapped… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strapped , by - Jaylib. Song from the album Champion Sound, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп