| Yea-
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| My lil' niggas, I mean.
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| All of them whippin' up foreign
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| You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded
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| You already know
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| You know, and they move solo, you know
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| Nigga really raising men out here, you heard me?
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| My lil' niggas go hard, you know
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| My lil' niggas
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| I could never tell you nothing wrong
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| Bitch you my lil' nigga, I just wanna see you strong
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| My lil' niggas, thugging just like me you hold your own
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| Young and got respect and your fuckin' money long
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| Bitch you my lil' nigga
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| Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
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| Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge
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| Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
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| Shout out to God, nigga I just whooped an open charge
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| Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night
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| Streets love me but fuck 'em, they tryna take me down
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| Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds
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| Outta town, I don’t be outta bounds
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| Too dirty I’m clutchin'
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| 2:30 I’m jumpin'
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| In and out the mix, it’s too early for jugglin'
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| Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy
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| Swing back stock, .230s I’m drummin'
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| We fucked the same bitch, she both thinkin' we love her
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| He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be suckin'
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| I don’t pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber
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| Okay I’m wrapped out, I’m out, she let me punt it
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| (Speaking)
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| That’s how me and my lil' nigga rock it
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| If she don’t wanna be shared then we don’t share
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| But…
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| Man you fuckin' with me?
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| I’m about to come over there and come fuck with you
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| Caught the nigga that had shot me
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| Hopped out -bow- with the clips there
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| Over top you got in your ear
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| Yea, G shit on the real
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| Yea, sleep shit on the rear
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| You know, street shit be for real
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| Caught him, had to duck him out
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| Name rangin' I let it clear
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| Baby mama fuck with your partner
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| Heart broken, just let it heal
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| Respect level on the ten
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| No sucka shit, don’t pretend
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| Pussy conversation, you ever grind then you in
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| Big bricks on the bid
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| Stand alone, you don’t bend
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| On the phone with coffee drinkers
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| Reportin' live from the pen
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| Rock one on the phone with me
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| he helped me out there
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| Fuck with, he gutta he know we bout there
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| 'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there
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| (Speaking)
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| Shit, nigga what you doin' out there?
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| Shit, yea bruh just hold it down
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| You know you my lil' baby bruh
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| You look just like me, I’m slangin' iron behind you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil Nigga , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Murder for Hire 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп