| I call these niggas two packs
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| 'Cause all he got is two packs
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| Frontin' like he run the city, why the fuck he do that?
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| I’m like, «Why the fuck he do that?»
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| Hold up, bitch, don’t get tired
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| Go with your move, I’m 'bout it
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| Come through like Uber drivers
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| My dudes move in silence
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| They turnt up and they wildin'
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| Niggas know how I’m rockin'
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| I get it all the way, applyin' pressure
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| Ain’t no silence
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| Clear colors, pullin' up, everybody head bop
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| This is not a bandana, check out how these shells pop
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| Say it clear and clisp, I had meant to say crisp
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| All these diamonds in my mouth make me talk with a lisp
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| I had to rap my shit, I just had broke my wrist
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| Don’t 'posed to talk to me, say bro control your bitch
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| I clap on, clap on, bring that ass here
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| Was in my feelings 'bout your girl, that was last year
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| You laid up with her, I just stay up with her
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| She ain’t like her homegirl, she a makeup killer
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| Take her makeup off and she look way different
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| Now let me see you work out, I love it when you work out
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| In the hood I issue work out, I’m sorry we ain’t work out
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| Got my money right and I forgot about you
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| I for, I forgot about you
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| All the niggas that was hatin', they ain’t had a second thought about you
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| Big Jigga fuck with me, I’m on the phone with J Real
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| I got the roof laid back, got lil Dreka right here
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| I don’t trust too many niggas, switch up on you, they will
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| MAC fury, I put 'em in a combo, boom, boom, boom, boom, pronto
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| Get here, we mixin' gumbo, blockin' shit like Mutombo
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| Run it back, ain’t no fumble, disrespect me, go dumbo
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| I just left out the ward, I’m chillin', I’m in the jungle
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| Checkin' on my lake rent houses, flood paint lookin' crumble
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| I ain’t on the internet so I don’t hear what they’re sayin'
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| I’m in the streets, walk up on you, nigga, what is you sayin'?
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| I got somethin' in my… and this gon' stop you from playin'
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| I ain’t never went in retirement, I’m still in demand
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| I got the jailhouse clickin', I’m on fire, I got mojo
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| H-Town boomin' out the dorm on the low though
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| My niggas from other sections keep it realer than niggas
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| That come from the same hood, we played together as children
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| You is a lil boy, hold up, you don’t know me, why we talkin'?
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| Ask your big dog about my… yeah, real retarded
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| Hold the shop by myself, got it then from here you bought it
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| Gon' step up through there, I’ll spray this bitch like Mad Marvin
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| My lil' Juvie, she golden with killin' and I fuck with her
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| I just picked her up after school and smoked a blunt with her
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| I’ve been fuckin' with lil' NaNa, but she been runnin' from me
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| When I leave she go to uh uh, I can’t run out of money
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| Everybody 'bout to take a trip to Miami
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| I don’t give a shit, bitch I’m kickin' it in Dallas
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| Get your passport, I’m 'bout to take a bitch to Paris
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| Champs-Élysées, Louis Vuitton, but that’s average
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| Michael Kors for my whores, better be happy
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| Say it ain’t designer, then I’m leavin', goddamn it
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| If I’m the one that bought it for you, then it’s fantastic
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| Ring bought from Wal-Mart, I thought the thought was what mattered |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song McGyver , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album By Any Means 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп