| Yeah, ah, yeah
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| Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
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| I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though
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| I ain’t really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we gon' pop shit
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| Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can’t stop it, yeah
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| I can’t even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before
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| Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we some bosses
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| Lay the bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses
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| Yo, what you know 'bout struggles? |
| Yeah
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| What you know 'bout hustle? |
| Yeah
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| Big boss like Russel, yeah
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| Bust it down, no shuttle, yeah
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| First I got off my mama couch
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| Then I went bought my mom a house
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| Then I went to your daughter house
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| Kill that pussy like slaughter house, yeah
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| I done been through so much shit, don’t know how to lose
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| I just might go and meet the plug up in Honolulu
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| First I got that check, they be talkin' out they neck
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| Swear I got play like chess 'cause I’ma win with no regrets, yeah
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| Quit all that cappin', we ain’t havin' it, man
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| Shout out to trouble, who reppin' it, man
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| I got shooters who gon' splatter your brain
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| Got a bitch from who be, who be servin' the wings
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| Yeah, I got Royce with me
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| Yeah, Royce, Royce with me
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| Yeah, I buy more Fendi
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| Yeah, all these foreigns with me
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| I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though
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| I ain’t really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we gon' pop shit
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| Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can’t stop it, yeah
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| I can’t even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before
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| Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we some bosses
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| Lay the bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses
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| Know I took a couple losses
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| Trappin' hard in apartments
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| Got the game from the OGs
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| Couple lame niggas showed me
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| Got to keep them same niggas round me
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| A couple chains, not too much bling
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| They ain’t down with this Cuban links
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| No way I’m lyin', you can Google me
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| Might be fine but what you gon' do for me?
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| You might be a dime but you slackin' 3
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| Hard times back in '03
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| My last time I had to pack and leave
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| Still grindin', me and Kap G
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| You gon' shine, just keep on pushin'
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| Caught 'em by surprise with this one
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| Hope when I die, I be real one
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| Got to multiply when you get it
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| Look in his eyes so you can feel me
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| I know you gon' ride with the king
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| I know you gon' slide with the stick
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| You know I was a proper king
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| Know I was a doctor with them bricks
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| You know I had to ask 'em on them streets
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| Had to pack it, watch 'em holdin' me
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| Glock is on me 'cause
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| I heard they was talkin' shit about me, yeah, fuck 'em though
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| I ain’t really pressed, I got shooters everywhere I know
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we gon' pop shit
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| Couple racks in my pocket, you know they can’t stop it, yeah
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| I can’t even lie, man, yeah, I been broke before
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| Buy my bitch some Gucci, open toe and she emotional
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| You know they can’t stop it, you know we some bosses
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| Lay the bricks like some houses, we came up from the losses
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| Talkin' shit, fuck 'em though |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Heard , by - Kap G. Song from the album SupaJefe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп