| Here’s another tricky trail
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| Bad man, need a bad bitch, vicky dale
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| Married to the game, told her lift the veil
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| Desert kick it cane when we hit the scale
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| We got that white girl like a bitch from yale, true
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| Fuck the world, don’t kiss and tell
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| Know a couple niggas that skip they bail
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| Keep 44's on the hip with kel, loaded
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| The watch all frozen, like it’s hit with hale, chilly
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| You know I get it before it hit the
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| You niggas wait for it to hit the sale, shit
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| Now all aboard for the ship has sailed
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| You keep playing till your bitch get nailed
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| To the cross like the hands of my Jesus piece
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| Make a hunned grand on a easy week
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| She gotta watch who you feed the beast
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| Harlem, harlem, harlem, harlem
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| Harlem, harlem, harlem, harlem
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| Here’s another tricky trail
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| Bad man, need a bad bitch, vicky dale
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| Married to the game, told her lift the veil
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| Desert kick it cane when we hit the scale
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| We got that white girl like a bitch from yale, true
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| Fuck the world, don’t kiss and tell
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| Know a couple niggas that skip they bail
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| Keep 44's on the hip with kel, loaded
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| The watch all frozen, like it’s hit with hale, chilly
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| You know I get it before it hit the
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| You niggas wait for it to hit the sale, shit
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| Now all aboard for the ship has sailed
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| You keep playing till your bitch get nailed
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| To the cross like the hands of my Jesus piece
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| Make a hunned grand on a easy week
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| She gotta watch who you feed the beast
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| You know cali say we the best
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| I say that to a nigga but we the streets
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| You know we the east,
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| It’s shalab nigga till they free the sheep
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| Black cars and the watch cleny
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| I’m everything up in my city
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| You don’t believe me, you should ask
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| Niggas frown, we cover them and then we black glove them
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| Pimp shit, let the mac slug em
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| Cookin white crack over black ovens
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| And I can show you what that money do
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| Black herman’s belt, cookin 22
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| Hondos, spanish bitch, tell em un go
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| Nigga tell em when I front, I’m in the front row
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| You know, with the floors all war
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| Bad nigga, grew up in the coke hard
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| Been all over, calie bitches smoke up
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| My lil cousin grew up in a
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| Get your bitch all starstruck
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| Frontal mind niggas fucking, get your car struck. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NY Times (Back On Broadway) , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Vampire Life 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп