| Luca Brasi
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| You know we 'posed to have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
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| For some reason, maybe it’s just me, I don’t feel like I have those rights
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| I’m in the buildin' right now (I'm in the buildin' right now)
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| Hey, listen to me one minute
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| Hey, you know how this shit reallly 'posed to be goin'
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| What up?
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| Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
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| Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
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| Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
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| I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
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| I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again
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| I drop time on first time, nonviolent offenders
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| Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city
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| Drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I’m tryna get richer
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| Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children
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| Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners
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| They treat the Muslims unfair, that’s in all of the systems
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| They tryna break my nigga Ralo, tell the family that we miss him
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| They put that panel against you, you gotta stand on that business
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| That’s all the way
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| Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
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| Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
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| Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
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| I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
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| I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again
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| Whatchu talkin' about when dude tried to rob me
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| I was solo, I ain’t have no one 'round me
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| I go anywhere, I ain’t got no boundaries
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| Election time, it was time for Obama
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| Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver?
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| What I did? |
| Bitch I grabbed for the gun
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| You let off two times, one in the hip and back of my leg right under my ass
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| Bullet hit, breakin' the bone in half
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| Hospital two weeks and a half
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| After that I healed up in a cell
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| Prayin' to God when I was in jail
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| Going in black, they put you through hell
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| Holdin' you ransom, raisin' your bail
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| Throw you a sandwich, hot nigga, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m fully prepared
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| Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
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| Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
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| Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
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| I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)
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| Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
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| I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again
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| Tryna make the trap great again, great again |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.A.T.A., artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп