| What’s brackin'? |
| Bitch, not a thang
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| And I got gas for sale, it’s that pure octane
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| A broke bitch sniffin' cocaine
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| Uh, the main bitch that’ll speak on my name
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| Since I came in, I been blangin', it’s still same shit
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| Just now I got three chains swangin'
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| Y’all treat me like I’m famous
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| I don’t say shit, I just keep a pistol with like eight clips
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| Fuck a A-List, I’m tryna make a playlist
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| Get a home that’s spacious and never make a payment
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| And I can give a fuck about my ex
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| Back then I wasn’t shit, and guess what? |
| I still ain’t shit, bitch
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| And I’m still staying dangerous
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| Maintaining, mackin' and hangin'
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| High Street, four-five what I’m bangin'
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| This didn’t happen over night, that’s why I’m gracious
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| Ooh, I’ma Maxwell kid, nigga
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| Shopping at Maxfields, nigga, uh
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| Was in the alleyway with it
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| Outside doing digits and I clapped at bitch niggas
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| Yeah, my diamonds big dancing
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| They throw shade my way but it’s cap shit
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| Everything that say is all past tense
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| I lived past it, yeah, bitch, be more elaborate
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| No you ain’t active, uh-uh
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| You just pop off the lips and that’ll get yo ass smacked quick, uh
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| I’m relaxin', uh, big maxin', uh
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| And I talk my shit 'cause I can back it, uh
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| That’s facts, bitch, understand, bitch
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| That it, ain’t another bitch that can match it
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| Hell yeah I’m ecstatic
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| I made my way from pallets on a floor to a mansion
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| Bitch, you on always on sad shit
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| You doing bad bitch? |
| I’m courtside, Warriors-Mavericks
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| I drop the top when I need more expansion
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| On a vacation on a island to the Hamptons
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| And I be chillin', I be kickin' shit
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| Me and my old friends hashin' out our differences
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| My nigga on some real nigga shit
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| I still drink champagne with my chicken strips, ooh
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| I’m a self-made nigga
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| I did everything that I done campaigned, nigga
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| Shine so bright that you just can’t shade, nigga
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| I’m Teflon Don that you just can’t hate, nigga
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| Ooh, but I still wish a bitch would, ho
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| You getting pressed and getting pushed on
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| I’m at the crib getting good dome
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| While my main callin' me, I’m like «Fuck, shit, which phone?»
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| To go against me you’d need a wishbone
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| But your wish won’t get granted, bitch, shit, no
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| I ain’t the type you could shit on
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| 'Cause if you try that shit, you know which way this shit could go
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| Ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Kamaiyah. Song from the album Got It Made, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп