| Bitch you left me with a broken heart
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| I was breakin' down bad on my birthday
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| I done seen all the fake in the worst way
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| And my brother cross me in the worst way
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| And it’s easy to say, I was stupid all along
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| How the fuck you gon' break? |
| A lil' nigga I had to be strong
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| Don’t want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don’t do a song
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| with them niggas
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| Them niggas don’t hang with real killers
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| And you know that I’m unforgiving
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| And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
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| Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I’m shootin' them black gats, yeah
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| All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the
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| fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
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| All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? |
| You ain’t clap at nobody
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| I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I’m the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
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| Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
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| Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that’s RIP
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| They gon' have to get go some new white tees
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| And shit feel safer around me
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| I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
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| I’ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
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| I’ma let you know, you dying with me
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| Because, bitch I be that baby devil
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| Blood on my Balenciagas
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| Bitch we shootin' ain’t no problem
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| Bro want that, he know I got him
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| Thirty deep up, in your place
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| Fifty deep, if you want rake
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| Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
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| I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
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| I’ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake
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| Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane
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| When they talking that shit, all up down on your name
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| What the fuck you wan' know me? |
| You just know my name
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| I’ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink
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| What the fuck they be talking? |
| They cappin' it
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| Got a 30 extended, I’m dragging it
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| All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em
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| I just rolled me a blunt, I ain’t passin' it
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| All of my jeans, I’m ashin' it
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| And none of these Glocks average
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| Put faith to my brother, he blasting it
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| I done made it out, on some rapping shit
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| Still in the hood, on some savage shit
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| My new bitch only eat salad
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| She somewhere watchin' her calories
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| Probably somewhere fuckin' in Cali
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| I used to post up in the alley
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| I ain’t do all the talkin', don’t @ me
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| I pull up if you send me a addy
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| When I hit it, she call me daddy
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| Big dawg, don’t do no braggin'
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| All the drip, let’s talk 'bout fashion
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| Hard work let’s talk 'bout passion
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| Tote this heat like a dragon
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| Plenty hoes, like a pagent
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| This foreign automatic, I hop in then I dash in it
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| Let’s skrt, put her on a perc
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| I heard her say she hurts
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| Now that should work, you don’t need a nurse
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| Call me if it get worse
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| Her pussy wet, I’m finna surf
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| Bitch I’m a hot boy, like I’m Turk
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| Signed to the streets like I’m Durk
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| Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse
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| All this snitchin' probably get you hurt
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| All the dissin' probably get you a shirt
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| And if I said it then I meant, I’m not twistin' up my words
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| I’m probably posted in the middle of the street, holdin' up birds
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| Like fuck the world, fuck my old girl and bitch fuck what you heard
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| And come around with the rider now you just might get served
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| Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved
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| All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the
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| fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
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| All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? |
| You ain’t clap at nobody
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| I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I’m the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
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| Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
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| Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that’s RIP
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| They gon' have to go some new white tees
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| And she feel safer around me
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| I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
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| I’ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
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| I’ma let you know, you dying with me
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| Because, bitch I be that baby devil
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| Blood on my Balenciagas
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| Bitch we shootin' ain’t no problem
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| Bro want that, he know I got him
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| Thirty deep up, in your place
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| Fifty deep, if you want rake
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| Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
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| I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song STRONG, artist - Justin Rarri. Album song YOUNGEST IN KHARGE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп