| Shit gettin' real, yeah
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| Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
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| Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
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| I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah
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| It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
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| It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah
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| Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me
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| Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
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| On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business (Yeah)
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| I get plenty (Guap)
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| They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?)
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| Bitch, that’s a no-brainer, I know you see it (Know you see it)
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| I be ballin' on these niggas, they ain’t got defense (Nah)
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| Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your bitch seasick (Big rock)
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| Yeah, and bitch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock)
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| I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix)
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| These niggas claim they drinkin' Act', shit, they can keep it (Keep that shit)
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| Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit, it ain’t no secret (It ain’t no secret, bitch)
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| These niggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (Niggas wanna be me)
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| I feel like MJ, I’m goin' for another three-peat
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| Uh, yeah, bitch, I’m airborne, they can’t see me
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| Shit gettin' real, yeah
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| Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
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| Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
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| I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah
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| It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
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| It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah
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| Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me
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| Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
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| On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business
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| Yeah, young rich nigga still chillin' in the trenches, yeah
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| Told my gang this summer it’s gon' be a killing, yeah
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| I had to tell some fuck niggas keep they distance, yeah
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| I had to tell my bitches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
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| To theyself
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| Bitch, I’m tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy
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| I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
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| Yeah, I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop flexin'
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| I’m 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller
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| Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy
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| Ayy, I just checked my bank account and this shit gettin' serious, serious
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| Shit gettin' real, yeah
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| Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
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| Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
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| I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah
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| It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
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| It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah
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| Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me
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| Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it
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| On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Can Tell , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Son Of A Gun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп