| What the fuck!
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| Hello?!
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| What up nig?
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| What up nigga?
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| Shit, chillin'.
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| Shit I said, I’m just cooling brah, I’m just cooling
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| But look, I’m bout to get it in right fast out to get it in right fast,
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| Nigga I love you.
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| Lemme do this I’mma call you later
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| Alright nigga.
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| Alright I love you boy
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| Love you too nigga.
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| Gladiators on deck
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| Drug users don’t drink sprite
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| And when I do it ain’t pink sprite, a lot of lean, it’s purple
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| Trust issues, don’t trust really
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| No two point conversion
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| Won’t run it after I touch down
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| My punter kicking its defense
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| (Try that shit this weekend)
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| Where was you when I was slumped over
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| Gums hurting from a old bullet, in front of the toilet hunched over
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| Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
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| Well at that time we were close friends, they said I killed him in cold blood
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| We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
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| He up’d the pistol looked him dead in his eyes
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| I’ve been ready to die so nigga do it
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| Gates man, I’ll really do it
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| I’m serious too nigga, really do it
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| Turned his head, closed his eyes, aimed the tool, started shooting,
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| I didn’t die, my life a movie
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| 4:30 am never say win, it’s five in the morning and your children are some
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| where on the corner
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| Six a. |
| m water boiling think I’m addicted to the strong aroma
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| When I was touching McKinley
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| Erin really my best friend and I was loving her best friend
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| You know bright Brittany
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| With the long hair
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| You know Fabaloyd’s lil sister
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| She stole a jag to come an get me
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| I was buying dope
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| In and out the system
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| Brandy fucking my nigga Ray
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| At the same time
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| He fucking cold sweating
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| He the track coach
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| And a asshole
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| Know that didn’t have shit to do with this
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| I was just stating the facts though
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| Jessica round me, talking sexually bout me
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| She bend over in front me, from the back while I’m pounding
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| Now it’s over
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| Bitch get up and get out
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| I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house
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| Just brainstorming, in the game for me
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| These thoughts and the ideas
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| No regrets for the shit I did
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| That also mean for the niggas I killed
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| 4:30 am never say win,
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| It’s five in the morning and your children are some where on the corner
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| Six a. |
| m water boiling think I’m addicted to the strong aroma |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4:30am, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Stranger Than Fiction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп