| Nah nah man, I’m good I’m good I’m good
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| Nah man, I don’t want none, man
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| That’s you, that’s what y’all do, I’m straight
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| I’mma be over here, man
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| Watch
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| I’m known for having more stamina than my challenger
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| Y’all cats is outdated like the '97 calendar
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| Told them people from the top, ain’t no way that I’mma stop
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| Haters find it hard to get through to me like my numbers blocked
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| The way these swag boys act I ain’t surprised at that
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| Watch me kill a beat, double back and revive the track
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| Why you mad at me, partner? |
| I’m just describin' facts
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| Best line I heard you say is «Would you like some fries with that?»
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| I’m in your crib 'cus somebody but the hit out
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| He kicked his own door down from the inside tryin' to get out
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| Dead kittens laying everywhere who let that pet out?
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| Rappers is dry heavin', no more blood left to spit out
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| Y’all at the show, tryin' to dance, doin' flips
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| At your photo shoot, wearin' skirts, hands on your hips
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| I’mma beat you like your daddy swingin' fast with my belt
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| You make dollar menu music, cheap and bad for your health
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| If you wanna bump with me, I’mma send you back home
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| Talkin' bout my clothes when you got middle school slacks on
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| Practice hard before the fight, now it’s time for war tonight
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| Want his girlfriend in the battle, but took his mama she’s more my type
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| These fellas so soft, I don’t even need my fist to fight 'em
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| Your songs sound like you let your little sister write 'em
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| Do what you got to do, and I’mma put a stop to you
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| These boys is walkin' around souped up like they got the flu
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| I don’t care about the drank or the strippers or the weed up in your limo
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| I’m a underground CEO with my own label I don’t need to send no demo
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| Drop a real short passage that be way above average
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| All these silly rabbits rapping 'bout they drug habits
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| And I heard your track was booboo, that ain’t new news
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| Your single been on YouTube for 11 months, with only 22 views
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| 10 from you, 7 from your lil' partner who mixed it
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| And the other 5 from a few dudes who accidentally clicked it
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| I’m spittin' on a daily basis, bro your style is tasteless
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| I saw your pages you dot your eyes with smiley faces
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| My words are symmetrically embedded with no edits
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| And to my credit I can repeat what you say before you said it
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| This industries pathetic, full of hateful games
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| I want cash I ain’t tryin' to wear your record label chain
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| It’d be different if you paid us good and took us to the moon
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| Gimme my bread I don’t need you to send no hookers to my room
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| You can keep your drugs fam, I ain’t judgin' I ain’t hatin'
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| I’m just sayin' once that high wear off them bills gon' still be waitin'
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| First they told me dumb my lyrics down, do club music, you’ll see hits
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| How the hell I look doin' the «Grand Deception (Booty Remix)»?
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| In the daytime you thuggin', chasin' profits and ends
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| But every night, you hangin' out with your androgynous friends
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| When they hear you rap they go «Eh, that’s cool, yeah he okay»
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| When they hear me rap they go «Ooh, hol' up, rewind, what’d he say?»
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| So listen
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback
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| All that flashing and that cappin', y’all can have that
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| Trickin', money, shinin' clothes, y’all can have that
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| I ain’t come to play around, just show me where the cash at
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| I’m rehab, that’s a murderer, don’t make me have a flashback |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yall Can Have That , by - K Rino. Song from the album The Maven, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп