| Ayy
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| Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak
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| I’ve been dealin' with heartbreak
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| Nigga, my heartache
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| (Know I’m sayin'?)
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| Swear to God
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| (You know)
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| Look in the mirror, what do you see?
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| I see someone dealin' with heartbreak
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| When I love a nigga, my heartache
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| I know how a Cuban cigar taste
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| But that do not help with the heart pain
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| My lil' brother died in a car chase
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| And spent on my older brother from beside the whip
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| He got the car sprayed
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| Guess he got through on the crossway
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| Thankful that we ever crossed ways (Allahu Akbar)
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| Wonder do heaven got hallways? |
| (Allahu Akbar)
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| Prayin' how much I say always
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| Salute OG Boobie, that’s all day
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| Bringin' it back from the causeway
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| Ain’t fuckin' with niggas, they all fake
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| Was up on my end and they all hate
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| You can’t get mad at a nigga who’s gettin' it
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| If he not carryin' y’all weight
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| I had to make a decision
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| Bread Winner mission to get it while y’all wait
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| I get that coffee delivered
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| Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate
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| Maybe I’m havin' an off day
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| Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed
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| Look in the mirror, I see a great man
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| Look in the mirror, I see a great man
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| Just look in the mirror, I see a great man
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| I see a great man, I see a great man
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| I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hairs
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| Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations
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| Relatin' to life well
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| I told him I used to have nightmares
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| Of somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me
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| Bitch, I’m really retarded
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| You gotta finish me right there
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| Mazi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air
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| Lemme me breathe for a minute
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| I mean, did a nigga not think this day would come?
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| I mean from Allah we come
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| To Allah we must return
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| I pour a four in a two liter
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| And remember some joy and we all well
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| I put a ho in a two-seater
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| I press on the floor and the car bail
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| Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale
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| Dump through the miles with the cartel
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| Sell you a dog with a small tail
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| Low to the ground wit' a large head
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| The ho that you lovin', she garbage
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| I’ma go vroom in a Corvette
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| Take your shoes off in the apartment
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| We could go sit on the carpet
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| Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet
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| But I am not fallin' for all that
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| I hit from the back and she «Aw yea!»
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| Now you gotta leave and don’t call back
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| I hit from the back and «Aw Yeaa!»
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| Now you gotta leave and don’t call back
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| Only the player shit I entertain
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| I done matured, I was bein' lame
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| I had some cuts turned into stains
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| You know I’m still prayin' for Lil' Flame
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| I’m still affiliated with the game
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| Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang)
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| Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light
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| These niggas be actin' they not right and only security top flight
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| It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
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| Smokin' a clip with a nice hep
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| We tryna celebrate another season
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| I’m tryna levitate it out of reachin'
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| I’m tryna meditate you with my breathin'
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| I’m tryna better ways from livin' decent
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| I’m on some medication, got me thinkin'
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| I roll a cigarillo with Sativa
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| I’m on a different level on the Keisha
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| (Yeah) I’m on a different level on the Keisha
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| (Ayy) I’m on a different level on the Keisha
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| I’m on a different level on the Keisha
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| (Ayy) I’m on a different level on the Keisha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Great Man , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп