| I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
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| I done got out the floor, who got shot? |
| I don’t know
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| Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it
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| Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
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| .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)
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| If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
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| Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain’t mean it
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| Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
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| Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)
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| My homie lost trial, he’ll be gone for a while (What?)
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| If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
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| He won’t be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)
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| Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone
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| I know some niggas that’s quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)
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| But my nigga, he never folded
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| I don’t really give a fuck what the blogs said, too official to clear up a rumor
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| My homie laugh hard, heard a opp was dead, guess he got a killer’s sense of
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| humor
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| I heard that pussy been thinking 'bout death, well, that bullet gon' stick to
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| his mind like a tumor (Uh-huh)
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| Catch him and change him, look how they played him (Uh-huh), he only gangster
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| up on his computer (Boom)
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| He played it foul and we gave him a pass, that don’t mean we won’t get on yo'
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| ass in the future
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| And I won’t trip when my lil' brother clutching, know how he puttin' in work
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| with that Ruger (Grra-grra)
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| My sneakers Louboutin, these ain’t Puma’s
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| I got a low-end ho, she a booster
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| Nut on her face and I call her an Uber
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| He saving these hoes like his first name was Super
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| Now it’s time to ride, is you ready or what?
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| Caught a few homicides, now they ain’t letting up (Yeah)
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| Thirteen hundred shots when we ride in them trucks
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| Get on any side and we fucking you up
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| I used to trap with the gangsters and clucks
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| Straight in the slums where they prayin' for luck
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| Like I’m Giannis, I play for them bucks
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| Hood on my back and I came in it clutch, bitch
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| Rob who? |
| Take what? |
| You tweakin' (Von)
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| I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it (Uh-huh)
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| I done got out the floor, who got shot? |
| I don’t know (Who)
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| Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it (Damn, boom)
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| Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (Yeah)
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| .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Uh-huh)
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| If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
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| Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain’t mean it
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| Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
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| Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know
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| My homie lost trial, he’ll be gone for a while (He gone?)
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| If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
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| He won’t be back on the streets 'til he old (Nah)
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| Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone (Nah, nah)
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| I know some niggas that’s quick to give police a tip
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| But my nigga, he never folded
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| I got my first hundred thou' and I broke it down
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| With my team, boy, I am so goated
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| I always stuck out in the crowd when I was a child (Yeah)
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| I was special and my mama noticed (They knew it)
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| That nigga cool, but Von, he the coldest (Brrr)
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| I live my life like a book and I wrote it (Uh-huh)
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| I drop a song, then these niggas quote it (Uh-huh)
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| If he lookin' for me, I’m probably where his ho is (Yeah)
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| Only fuck bitches that’s bad, ain’t got no kids (Yeah)
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| I’m going crazy like I ain’t got no sense (Yeah, yeah)
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| You in that car and that bitch ain’t got no tint (Huh?)
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| We pulling up and we letting off four knicks (Rrrah, rrrah)
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| Don’t need cap credit we giving out facelifts
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| He breathing hard, don’t think he gon' make it (Boom, boom)
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| I chopped the block up and ain’t have my face mask (Boom, boom)
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| So I’ma stay in, that’s how my day end (Boom, boom)
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| Say he a heavy, we see at the weigh-in (We see)
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| He want a song or a verse, gotta pay then (Yeah, huh?)
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| Don’t see me stopping, don’t know where my brakes is (Nah)
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| Only want blues, man I’m starting to get racist
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| Shit be getting real in that field and them chases
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| Can’t go back now, I got too many cases (Skrrt, skrrt, nah)
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| You don’t look for me and see too many faces (Bitch, bitch)
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| Nigga, you in the way, and bitch, I’m your replacement (Bah, bah, bah, boom)
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| Rob who? |
| Take what? |
| You tweakin'
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| I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
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| I done got out the floor, who got shot? |
| I don’t know
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| Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seened it
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| Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
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| .45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (Where the beam is)
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| If a nigga move foul then we aiming where his team is
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| Sitting lil' niggas down, motherfucker, you ain’t mean it
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| Get caught, just stick to the code (Uh)
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| Got some niggas locked up and they know what they know (Yeah)
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| My homie lost trial, he’ll be gone for a while (What?)
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| If he give up me then they letting him go (Damn)
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| He won’t be back on the streets 'til he old (Shit)
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| Everyone that he love, they gon' be gone
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| I know some niggas that’s quick to give police a tip (Huh, what?)
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| But my nigga, he never folded (Nah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Code, artist - King Von. Album song Welcome to O'Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп