| I remember the first day that I ever saw you
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| I knew that I loved you when I saw you
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| And I was just like… like you fuck with bums
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| You fuck with bullshit niggas like
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| What is it you see in them, you don’t see in me?
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| (Hook)
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| Stayed fly.
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| Just in case I caught your eye
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| What is it you don’t see in me
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| You see in those guys
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| Always been beautiful to me
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| I’m not hating baby, They not even your type
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| I fell in love on the first day I met you
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| But why don’t you believe in me?
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| Why don’t you believe in me?
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| One day you’ll believe in me!
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| Me playing the background
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| I was thugging hard
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| Big Ron jumping out of cars
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| Seen my process get destroyed
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| Hard to say I love you when I don’t
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| Stubborn, Not admitting when I’m wrong
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| Smoke clears, Nodding off alone
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| Passing by your grandmother house
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| Hoping I could catch you outside
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| Stepping out, I gotta dress fly
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| Hoping, we could maybe catch eye
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| I’m that little nigga now
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| Balling for billions
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| I’m leaning, Hell of a feeling now
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| Turn the lights down, mouth blinging
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| God damn just what I was thinking
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| Big Jigga talking about banging
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| Actually I’m thinking 'bout sneezing
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| Never change up
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| Never change up
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| Gave the lames up
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| In the game
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| Never gave a name up
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| Murder gang
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| I am Louie banged up
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| But I move those thangs
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| I don’t do no gang banging
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| Fuck the game up
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| Passing in the bottom
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| Everybody hollering
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| They say Gates you came up
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| (Hook)
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| Stayed fly.
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| Just in case I caught your eye
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| What is it you don’t see in me
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| You see in those guys
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| Always been beautiful to me
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| I’m not hating baby, They not even your type
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| I fell in love on the first day I met you
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| But why don’t you believe in me?
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| Why don’t you believe in me?
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| One day you’ll believe in me!
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| I swear them bands singing
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| Got my phone ringing
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| Old hoes tend to blow me up lately
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| Call you back later
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| Caught up, rack chasing
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| Bread Winner Ron, Rubberband bringing
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| Bread Winner Films, Im’ma shoot ya
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| Shot by Spencer on the roof
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| AMG, Big body coupe
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| Passing through the ghetto, They salute
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| Broke and out of dope
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| They was acting like they didn’t have smoke on em
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| Now we on the road, My cologne got a strong odor
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| Asking where you been at little homie
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| Smell like you got a pound of smoke on ya
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| Lost shopping look at what I found
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| Private jets, We not on the ground
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| 12 am, Smell of coffee grounds
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| Gates right back at it once again
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| I’m a gangster, My administration
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| Go and get it, I don’t to no waiting man
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| Pussy rapper made me play the waiting game
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| Smell like Teen Spirit, I am Kurt Cobain
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| Smell like Teen Spirit, I am Kurt Cobain
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| (Hook)
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| Stayed fly.
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| Just in case I caught your eye
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| What is it you don’t see in me
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| You see in those guys
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| Always been beautiful to me
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| I’m not hating baby, They not even your type
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| I fell in love on the first day I met you
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| But why don’t you believe in me?
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| Why don’t you believe in me?
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| One day you’ll believe in me!
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| You’ll.You'll believe in me
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| One.one day you’ll believe in me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Believe in Me , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Murder for Hire 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп