| I knew somethin' was up when they took me to Livingston jail
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| My bond was three-hundred thousand
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| Dreka was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?
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| 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
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| We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
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| I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
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| Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
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| Don’t know how many times I done been to Seg
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| Don’t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
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| I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
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| And it ain’t cheatin' if I wanna get some head
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I break a brick down then I catch a sale
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| I come in town then I get the mail
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| Runnin' that fast pace always put me in last place
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| I got a nigga from Champaign who wanna fuck with the campaign
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| I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane
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| I just took a trip out to San Diego, hold up, I’m goin' too fast, wey
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| Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
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| Say I’m fuckin' on a deep throat, I don’t remember her last name
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| Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came
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| Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank
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| Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang
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| I know they probably won’t blame Gates, already underwent hard strain
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| Cover your hand at the card game
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| 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
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| We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
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| I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
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| Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
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| Don’t know how many times I done been to Seg
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| Don’t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
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| I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
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| And it ain’t cheatin' if I wanna get some head
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I told 'em
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| You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do a lil' ass kissin'
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| I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different
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| Poor now, deal wit' her ass different, pretendin' she don’t miss the last nigga
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| Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it, temperature feelin' like Carol City
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| Energy wrong, you on your own, I’m 'bout to go in like four minutes
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| I get so sick of my phone clickin', gotta deliver a whole chicken
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| Marvel’s a movie I’m on glisten, visible set and they all hit
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| Crack a smile around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver
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| I’m reminiscent of those feelings
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| I am not runnin' from no nigga
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| I am not fuckin' with gold diggers
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| I got you covered, I’m on business
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| Summer, it’s snowin' the whole visit
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| Strawberry haze, don’t whisper
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| Meanin' it’s loud, I’m outta town, not on the ground, I’m in the cloud,
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| roamin' around
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| 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
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| We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
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| I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
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| Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
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| Don’t know how many times I done been to Seg
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| Don’t know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
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| I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
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| And it ain’t cheatin' if I wanna get some head
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah
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| I’m just a bread winner out’chea tryna yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tryna Yea , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп