| Two niggas can’t fit no casket, so I’ma ask this
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| How can you act like I’m some self-centered bastard? |
| I need a meal momma
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| I need a mill, and that shit don’t fit on a platter so I need a deal Or I’ma
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| rob and kill for the bread, leave a nigga’s brains plastered
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| Like none of that shit matter
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| I gotta get this money right, I gotta get this cake up
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| I’m tryna cop these brand new Nikes, I’m tryna get my hair cut
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| Fuck nigga be aware of us, the bitch nigga predators
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| Treat a nigga like a ho, backhand like Roger Federer
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| Smokin' dope in the '87 Regal, niggas out trappin' like it’s legal
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| Plottin' on C notes
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| So many shots I’m callin', keys lookin' like piles of pollen
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| And nigga took a loss now, back to ballin'
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| A nigga been chillin' with Spalding often
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| I bet my Ex wish she’d have answered my calls then
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| Cause now we can fuck and we ain’t even together
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| Say suck my dick and hoes think that’s clever
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| Cause a nigga the man and bitches see this cheddar
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| She says (?) better, I say you can’t do better
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| Cause you let me fuck the first time that I met her
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| On the road to the gold, I’mma do it nigga
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| Don’t flush that toilet, I got shit to prove nigga
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| I’ve been strugglin' all my life, I’ve been hustlin' all my life
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| Momma scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise
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| I’ve been strugglin' all my life, I’ve been hustlin' all my life
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| Momma scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise
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| But I love this shit, but I love this shit
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| If it wasn’t for this I wouldn’t be shit, boy nigga love this shit
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| Boy I love this shit, late night drummin' shit
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| If it wasn’t for this I wouldn’t be shit, boy nigga love this shit
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| Bullets rang out
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| Mommie, daddy, and my cousins all livin' in the same house
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| They ain’t tryna make a killin', they just tryna make a livin'
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| Why I see them one day in prison, uh
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| Fears of the (?) of being deported
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| Pray for our dinner (?), straight out of the gutter we started
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| (?) drill zone
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| Little less (?) meal with the kill phone
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| Real niggas in the field fair, catching bodies in some big wheels
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| (?) make me feel lil
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| Homicide through the windshield
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| Lil blood on the pavement ain’t a big deal
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| (?) and the Devil’s watchin'
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| Momma bitchin' but the bricks flockin'
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| My pocket’s hurtin' but there’s (?) knots in it
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| So I’mma sell these O’s until they give my ass a better option
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| On the block with the same killers, drop a opp with the same killers
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| (?) pop with the same killers, mix the 8 with the pain killers
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| They got the feelin’s cause they can’t kill us
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| In the middle of pots pissed and shots missed
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| Caught one but I dropped six
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| Three figures down, (?) tied with the lock-wrist
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| Cut throat gang, not a nigga breathing gonna stop this
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| What would I be without this Mary Jane?
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| Well, without this Mary Jane
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| Diamonds all in this damn rain
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| Just bought this brand new chain
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| Who told ya’ll money don’t grow on trees?
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| Well I made a livin' off sellin' peas
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| On the interstate, tryna get the cake
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| Everyday I’m chasin' these felonies
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| I’ve been strugglin' all my life just to live in paradise
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| Took a gamble like a pair of dice, get it? |
| pair of dice
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| Couldn’t find a job so I hustled hard for these pair of Nikes
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| Made some bad decisions, never had no one (?) share advice
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| Came a long way from the nigga gettin' fronted to the nigga fronting all the
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| work in the streets
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| Tired of being broke, nothin' worser than me
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| Used to cop from a man now he workin' for me
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| I used to sleep on the floors, now my house got nine rooms in it
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| I’ve been hustlin' all my life, now the competition can’t beat my ticket |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paradise , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп