| Said, «Baby, it’s all»
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| And we’re way on
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| Say, «We'll all be feelin', we’ll all be feelin', can you feel?»
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| I’m so sad to be such a negative, a negative refugee
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| This, uh, uh
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| Oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby
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| Ooh, rub it, oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby
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| Oh, rub it, baby, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yes
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| I’m all alone, I’m at my best
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| Talkin' that shit, come take my breath
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| Fake love’s what their fantasy says
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| They always bury the best (Uh)
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| My success, count up all of my eggs
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| Stay on God when I move through TECs (Let's go)
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| Tell me why you hate me (Huh)
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| You ain’t making' no profit
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| Somebody can’t get to the bag (Damn, damn, damn), sad (Shh)
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| What is you doin', boy?
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| How is you tryna make it with no talent or cash? |
| (For real)
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| 2020, niggas out here with no clue, no plan and no mask
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| Damn
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| I went from nothin' to sluttin', it wasn’t easy, babe
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| Shoutout my bitch and my husband, I love y’all equally
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| Every mornin' I body shame, I can’t stand my face
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| At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade
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| Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way
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| It’s so sad to me, these boys told make believe
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| Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family
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| It’s so tragic, baby, who provided for you?
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| You ain’t got nothin' for me, cut that bitch out my story, woah
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| Who the best? |
| (Pssh) Took a reduction and made a mess (Yeah)
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| Kid greedy, you a Sudafed
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| I’ll let you bitch niggas do the rest
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| I love my baby like Trump loves Putin, in the deepest way (Yeah)
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| My baby’s barely scratch the surface, there’s a deeper state (Yeah)
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| Even though you tried to give me top when I was not awake (Huh?)
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| I know that nigga ain’t in the ground but he still dead to me
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| She’s still obsessed with me, it’s real
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| There’s no need to fill a void when your past ain’t fake
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| Shoutout my bitch and my husband, y’all get here equally
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| Momma told me, «Shoot for the stars,» so I aim that way
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| At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade
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| Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way
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| It’s so sad to me, these boys told make believe
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| Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family
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| I’m way, I’m-I'm way too real for this shit
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| You niggas gotta get censors
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| See, you gotta get censors 'cause they’re gonna fuck around and ruin a nigga
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| life
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| (You know I’m ready) Puss, all of ya
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| You know I’m ready, y’all make me mad stressed (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m really black out here and y’all just performin'
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| Nobody wants you and you can’t absorb it
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| I can’t be scared of me, my bitch is so gorgeous (Ah-ah)
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| At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain’t gon' fade (Yeah)
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| Can’t let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way (Yeah)
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| It’s so sad to me (For real), these boys told make believe (Oh yeah)
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| Shoutout my refugees (Let's go), my fans my family (Pssh), huh
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| Nasty, real nasty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FIX URSELF! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Song from the album EP2!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп