| It’s bad apple bitch
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| A game, huh
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| Man I ain’t fucking with dat
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| Quit asking me bout that bitch, I don’t fuck with that rat
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| Guess these coward hoes didn’t wanna see me blow
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| These motherfuckers where happier when they seen me broke
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| Got me reminiscing right now, rest in peace to mondo
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| Plotting on me so I keep this pistol in the console
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| If they run up on me man I pray for them 'cause God knows
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| I’ma let this bitch blow like it’s got a clogged nose
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| Why they want it now? |
| Them bitches ain’t want it then?
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| Aw, you the kind of guy to hide behind some other men
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| Ooh, got some muscle now, look at you all acting grown
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| We both know when you’re alone, you’re a bitch down to the bone
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| They was hoping for my spot up at the top
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| Yeah I know they couldn’t carry that wealth
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| I’ll sit back and let em bury theyself, here’s a shovel
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| I was climbing, they was praying I would drop
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| If you’re waiting on my fall then hold your breath
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| I’ll sit back and let you bury yourself, here’s a shovel
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| I’d rather starve with the ones I love than to eat
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| With the ones I don’t, and I won’t, I refuse
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| I pursue success not at the cost of the crew
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| Money can’t buy love, life, loyalty, and truth
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| I heard they talking out the side of they neck
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| Dead ass, I’m bout to teach em bout respect (They gone learn it)
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| It ain’t something that you get, ya gotta earn it (And I earned it)
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| And you can’t cross this bridge once you burn it, uh-uh
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| I’m on the other side and mi casa sippin casamigo
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| Life’s been Tarantino betrayed by Al Pacino
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| Neighborhood hero, better let go of your ego
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| X’s on your back as soon as you get them zeroes
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| They was hoping for my spot up at the top
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| Yeah I know they couldn’t carry that wealth
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| I’ll sit back and let em bury theyself, here’s a shovel
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| I was climbing, they was praying I would drop
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| If you’re waiting on my fall then hold your breath
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| I’ll sit back and let you bury yourself, here’s a shovel
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| No Thanksgivin', I’m on the boat with immigrant women
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| Like my rock Plymouth because you I was cookin' the skillet
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| A Nashville in the villain a smack dealer
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| On my son and let’s jack one of these niggas me and J be silly
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| I hope they forgive me, plugs in this song
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| Told me call when I get it, but if I stick 'em up
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| And call em saying come and get me, I hope God forgive me
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| Lord if I flip it twenty times I pay back every penny
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| But why should I when I see how they look at me with envy
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| I went from workin' to a boss and you didn’t, I get it
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| Pillow talkin', tryna see me fell
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| Say I never blow 'cause I keep on goin' to jail
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| If so then no worries
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| They was hoping for my spot up at the top
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| Yeah I know they couldn’t carry that wealth
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| I’ll sit back and let em bury theyself, here’s a shovel
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| I was climbing, they was praying I would drop
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| Heard my enemies applause when I got knocked
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| If you’re waiting on my fall then hold your breath
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| I’ll sit back and let you bury yourself, here’s a shovel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Shovel , by - Jelly Roll. Song from the album Waylon & Willie 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп