| Ugh
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| You never find a sicka, nigga
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| I prolly be a old man
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| In my wicka, chair
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| Sippin' liquor
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| Still tryna, kicka, verse, damnnnn
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| I-I-I forgot the words to it
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| I had a verse about reversing a hearse
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| Now I’m screaming out «Nurse, please help me with the words to it»
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| Word
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| When I used to have words with these kids
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| It was worse
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| Now everything’s in reverse
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| I just slur through it
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| I mumble some shit off the humble
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| Stand up, grab my walker
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| Walkin like my grandma, walking and stumble
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| It’s no use
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| To use this
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| It’s useless
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| Using this shit that’s causing contusions, that make me fall and get bruises
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| You losers
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| I’m losing my hunger for sho
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| When I was younger let me share this little song that I wrote
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| It went
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| When, I come out-side to play
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| All my friends, they run away
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| They say «no, not today»
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| I guess I just play too rough
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| I play too rough
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| I play too rough
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| They say I play too rough
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| I’m dangerous
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| They say I’m dangerous
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| (They say) I’m dangerous
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| (They say) I play too rough
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| (They say) I play too rough
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| I’m dangerous
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| I’m all in, it could all end miserably
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| Niggas often lack authenticity
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| I’m letting off ten, ball in Sicily
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| U-turn in Spain, and park in Italy
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| Literally, you giving me ammo, you silly
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| I hit the gas, make the Lambo do wheelies
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| Really? |
| What you want ho? |
| Beef or a convo?
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| Dissing me, and I live in a three-floor condo
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| Be the type nigga really want me out my cash flow
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| Who try and talk shit? |
| I got money out the asshole
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| You pale in comparison, frail and embarrassin'
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| How you want these shells? |
| Snail or a Terrapin?
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| Embarrassin', fuck watching another man blow up
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| I cut and cap dope just to rubber band dough up
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| Know what? |
| I know what to do to a hater
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| Cop two new two doors two tours later
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| Damn
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| Niggas be cookin' up beef now
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| Just cause I can ball without lookin', I’m Dee Brown
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| Peep round, every nigga ever switched on me gone
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| What you feel some type of way, cause I’m rich homie… Guan (Quan) —
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| -Tanamo bay, Nagasaki bomb
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| Mass cocky, bolegged blonde, sippin Sake Bomb
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| I’m the bomb
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| I could palm the
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| World in my hands while I’m teaching you niggas how to kick it
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| Sock em all, Soccer mom
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| Sock ya mom for having you little worthless niggas while I’m singin'
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| Dangerous
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| The shit we been given just ain’t enough
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| That’s why we hang, bang, slang, cane and stuff
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| And when we bang and aim you duck
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| I don’t have flaws
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| I’m superhuman, you just dumbin'
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| Shit is super scary
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| Jaws hears music when I’m coming
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| Buggin' since a youngin'
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| The shit that I would do is insane
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| Blowing out my candles wishing that I just blew out your brain
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| A product of pain
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| Learning everybody’s a nobody
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| I got nobody to blame
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| Because everybody’s a lame
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| Niggas slop 80 dicks
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| That’s why they tell me keep my circle small
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| And I tell them that it already is, get it, all radius
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| I think outside the box, like a Chuckie Doll
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| But I let y’all play with kids
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| Get it? |
| Think outside the box
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| The Chuckie Doll was in the box
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| But when it’s outside of the box, know what it already is
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| My crib go crazy
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| Ain’t the 80's
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| Ladies niggas kissin' babies
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| They can shake me like they shake the hate in Haiti
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| But can’t break me
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| Hate me, love me, make me ugly
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| If you want a bitch, I’m from the fuckin' corner
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| The Wire, the fire inspired
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| That’s why I play too rough, play too rough
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| I done seen Demons attack, and Angels rush
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| R-R-R-R-Ruptured spleen, I ain’t the sickest?
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| My nigga the fuck you mean?
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| King |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play Too Rough , by - King Los. Song from the album Zero Gravity 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп