| Nigga won’t tell me, talkin' 'bout some
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| You twenty percent more in it (who's that?)
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| Nigga you control the wheel there
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Sip out the canister, rollin' up cannabis
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| I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
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| Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
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| Switch place, story stay the same
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| Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
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| Broke prayin' for a whole thang, shot the text and a load came
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| Flex on 'em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her «hit me»
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| Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really 'bout to let you
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| get me?
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| You think I’m really 'bout to let you bill it?
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| You think you really 'posed to get a Bentley?
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| All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
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| Keep it professional when you DM me
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| You know your sister be all in my business, copyin' everythin' that I delivered
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| TMZ I’m fightin' with Dreka
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| We cannot do this in front of the children
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| Laughin' and shit, she gon' go get a pistol, know this ho crazy,
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| probably wanna kill me
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| How could you leave me?
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Cookin' up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon' launch
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| In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon' punch
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| Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
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| Breakin' open a pipe, pourin' dope in the cup, partner bought it,
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| 'bout to open it up
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| Big Body, doors openin' up, big Jamaican unloadin' the truck
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| Big weight 'bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
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| Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
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| Cappin' like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
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| Shopliftin', they recorded us, 'member back on the MARTA bus
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| I could remember you treatin' me shitty back then 'cause I wasn’t important
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| enough
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| Straight from the back, how I’m grippin' the bitch, throwin' dick in her kidney,
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| she ballin' up
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| In the mirror I glisten', the button ignition, the engine go RAH,
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| when I start it up
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
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| She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Yappa goin' bada-boom, Yappa goin' bada-bing
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| Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
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| Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch,
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| when I got a motherfuckin' GPS monitor strapped to my leg. |
| When I got a
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| motherfuckin' P.O. |
| tellin' me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t
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| travel to make money. |
| You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic,
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| you heard me? |
| When I got these fuckin' dick suckers on my motherfuckin' back
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| 24 hours a day, playin' wit' me, you heard me? |
| And now you fuckin' playin' wit'
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| me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Sing, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Chained To The City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп