| Every rapper in the game’ll say they sold cocaine,
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| Never went to jail was never on no chain,
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| Always throwing crosses that’s what lil' hoes get,
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| Claim to be a boss but you a lil' broke bitch,
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| Reason you alive ain’t the niggas you run wit,
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| I was in a cell witchu and you ain’t run shit,
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| Told me put my shoes on, But
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| You ain’t scratched,
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| I wreck hall and jack off and then was so laid back,
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| For niggas you would make calls, Don’t that sound like draft,
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| When I call a bitch in love she get here oh so fast,
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| Fucking right I read my bible, I believe in god,
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| Yeah you punched me in my shit but you did not hit hard
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| I have respect for every man that demand your respect,
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| Nigga still alive, He lying if he said he jacked me,
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| Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick,
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| All you pussy rappers just be pulling niggas dick (ya bitch)
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| Behind my name I’m standing tall and will die any day,
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| As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish pun away,
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| If you cross can’t take a loss, I can’t walk away (I can’t),
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| There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you walk away
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| R-E-S-P-E-C-T this heat, I keep that Glock with me,
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| Caught two pistol charges still got my L’s and restoprosity,
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| Never be a celebrity, All this beef where the broccoli at,
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| I’m obviously not wrapped to tightly, You probably better off offing me,
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| A nigga better watch how he talk to me, Like how I watch how I talk on my cell,
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| Don’t answer my phone from rap niggas, I get calls way more often from jail
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| (hello),
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| Swear it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was hell,
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| On the ends of this syrup tryna mend this broken heart from all the betrayal,
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| Sold it before it got off the scale, Re-up and do it again,
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| Shot it out so many times, Got to see who was truly my friends,
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| I was one deep in deep thought,
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| Thinking errbody tryna countercross me (ahh),
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| It’s getting had to be humble tryna get this bad karma off me, Starlito!
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| I have respect for every man that demand your respect,
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| Nigga still alive, He lying if he said he jacked me,
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| Rather stand alone before I pull a nigga dick,
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| All you pussy rappers just be pulling niggas dick
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| Behind my name I’m standing tall and will die any day,
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| As I grew wise I thought that I would put that foolish pun away,
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| If you cross can’t take a loss, I can’t walk away,
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| There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you walk away
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| Imagine a Smithn' 22 would win me 14−6,
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| If I lost you with the multiple you don’t know shit,
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| 16 through 52's you got you 4 bricks,
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| But it probably was in vein, Cause you won’t score shit,
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| Brugh talk about me bad, I’m like not my boy,
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| When I got his bitch pregnant bet it broke his heart,
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| Gone ahead and get some get back or fuck my bitch,
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| I’ll let you in on a lil' secret nigga she not shit,
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| First ole' lady crushed my feelings, I ain’t been hurt since,
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| Whole family full of gangstas and we both know this,
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| If a sucker run up on me he can get bent up,
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| Hold it down for my real niggas still penned up, Luca Brasi! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MYB , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Stranger Than Fiction, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп