| Rippa on the beat bitch
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| Yeah, this how I’m livin'
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| Two for thirty-five, I just come out the H
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| Hit it wit' Bolivia, Lil' Lidocaine
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| 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I’m shakin' back
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| My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
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| H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that
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| Rumors hit my top every minute, I’m built for that
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| If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Your grandma stay there, you don’t lay there
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| Boy you scared to hustle
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| Oh well, really, yeah I name ringing bells
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| And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
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| I’m pissin' clean for my P. O, I’ma livin' legend
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| Straight out the clink
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| Fuck every C. O who encountered Kevin
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| White people showing love
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| Niggas hating on me
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| Say they got a cake baked and they waiting on me
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| I went flat
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| Had to scratch
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| Woman skated on me
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| I pray 5 times a day I had to talk to God
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| In chicago going hard without a body guard
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| I’m in control and I’m controlling I’m a shot caller
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| Couple rappers but they names I am not calling
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| Y’all gotta pay up that their lease land lord
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| If you don’t pay up what you order i’m not stakeholder
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| Rubber bands
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| Coming in, on command
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| 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I’m shakin' back
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| My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
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| H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that
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| Rumors hit my top every minute, I’m built for that
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| If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Your grandma stay there, you don’t lay there
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| Boy just scared to hustle
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| Oh well, really, yeah name ringing bells
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| And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds
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| Say he broke the seal
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| Can I put it back on feet
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| And once he run it up he gonna put it back on me
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| He tell me all these things and get mad if I don’t agree
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| Your habit is stronger than your hustle
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| Your hustle I don’t believe
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| In jail I run into you know I go in there like
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| Wheezy changed forum thought we would stay in touch
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| hit the line when he call me I’m finna come
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| I’m jumping out the rari he think I don’t gotta gun
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| Whats happening nigga?
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| Keep you something, If you not
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| I could take you uptown and reach you something by the spot
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| I’m holding shop with shop gettin' held for me
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| You hanging by my trap but you ain’t ever sell nothing
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| 27 ounces, three .9 pieces I’m shakin' back
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| My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can’t wait for that
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| H town, no fentanyl, we dealin' that
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| Rumors hit my top every minute, I’m built for that
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| If I can pray there, I can stay there, I ain’t scared of nothin'
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| Your grandma stay there, you don’t lay there
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| Boy just scared to hustle
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| Oh well, really, yeah name ringing bells
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| And my neighborhood supplier just got out the Feds |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shakin Back , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп