| Yung Lan on the track
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| That’s how these hoes do, bro
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| When shit don’t go, man
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| They gon' jump whatever dick jumpin' at the time, you heard me?
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| You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
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| Wouldn’t let me touch you, wow, think I’m disgustin'
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| Know I probably wasn’t gettin' enough money, ouch
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| I had to buckle down
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| You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
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| You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
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| My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
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| Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
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| Textin' me and tellin' me I’m daddy, want me to love you down
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| Bitch, I coulda been like Chance the Rapper
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| Penitentiary chances, I took a chance at rappin'
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| Black sheep of the family
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| Everything I touched would turn to shit
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| Nobody proud of me
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| Consistently a fuck up like a black cloud was surrounding me
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| Niggas I was loyal to, behind my back they clownin' me
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| I was really diggin' this lil' bitch and she skipped out on me
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| With this NFL nigga, she went out of town on me
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| Shoutout to the disbelievers, 'preciate you for doubtin' me
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| When that shit happened with this one, you went put that in the hood
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| But they both know what’s happenin' with me, I eat that pussy good
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| You exposed yourself and now it’s shit you’ll never know 'bout
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| Come to the Chi, get outta line, you get your brains blowed out
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| You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
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| Wouldn’t let me touch you, wow, think I’m disgustin'
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| Know I probably wasn’t gettin' enough money, ouch
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| I had to buckle down
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| You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
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| You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
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| My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
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| Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
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| Textin' me and tellin' me I’m daddy, want me to love you down
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| You know I’m platinum, I got status on some hood shit
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| You know I wish I could not see through all your bullshit
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| You know I wish it could be us, we could be good with it
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| I done took off, a thousand miles past hood rich
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| I ain’t forget where I came from, we was in them trenches
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| I can’t forget all my day ones, know I miss you niggas
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| You did me dirty, now I got you niggas in your feelings
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| I’m in the booty club, throwin' money at the strippers
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| Yeah-eah-eah
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| I don’t know how, I don’t know how to turn down (Say look, it retarded)
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| God sent me an angel when he sent me Dreka
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| Held it down while in a drought, we made 'em all believers
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| You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
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| Wouldn’t let me touch you, wow, think I’m disgustin'
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| Know I probably wasn’t gettin' enough money, ouch
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| I had to buckle down
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| You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
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| You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
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| My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
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| Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
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| Textin' me and tellin' me I’m daddy, want me to love you down
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| Ayy
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| Don’t let me catch you niggas standin' there, uh
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| I was 'posed to be your baby, I’m supposed to be your baby, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funny How , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album I'm Him, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп