| Okay
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| Just keep, just keep me recordin', I don’t care
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| Sometimes I don’t be knowin' what I wanna name my songs and I just be flowin'
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| Yeah, I don’t want no relations, lil' mama, we can’t be laid up, no
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| I’m from Golden Acres, but now I’m sittin' on acres, ayy
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| I don’t want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
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| Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
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| House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
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| House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
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| Ayy, I can’t fathom if you play with me
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| Yeah, I’d be happy if you stayed with me
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| Ayy, I’ma get in that pussy and dance in it
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| Baby, I need your tender lovin' and carin'
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| Ooh, all these VV diamonds transparent
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| Ooh, drinkin' Molly like the cranberry
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| Yeah, I can’t fathom if you play with me
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| Ayy, I’d be happy if you stayed with me
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| I promise I love you, Kayla, Jayla and Karen
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| I’m honest, I love you Alexis, Chelsea and Tara
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| You Cazzie, baby, you mean the world to me
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| Ooh, I love you so much, I want the world to see
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| Ayy, and Twanisha, I want me another chance
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| Babe, you got me, don’t need no other man
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| Yeah, and I’ve been fuckin' with you, I go up, baby
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| I don’t know what I’ma do if you run, baby
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| I’ve been fuckin' with you, I go up
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| I don’t know what I’ma do if you run
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| I’ve been fuckin' with you since I was a youngin'
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| I’ma put a baby in you 'cause you deserve it
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| I’ma put a lil' seed right in your stomach
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| You be right where I be, on 1800
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| Ayy, I don’t want no relations, lil' mama, we can’t be laid up, no
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| I’m from Golden Acres, but now I’m sittin' on acres, ayy
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| I don’t want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
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| Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
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| House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
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| House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
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| Ayy, I’m like how can I breathe when you be gone?
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| Ain’t tryna see the police 'cause I be wrong
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| I’m like how can I breathe when you be gone?
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| Ain’t tryna see the police 'cause I be wrong
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| I see you fuckin' with me, I’m catchin' on
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| I’m gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy, ayy
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| I see you fuckin' with me, I’m catchin' on
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| I see you fuckin' with me, I’m catchin' on
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| I’m gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy
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| Ain’t tryna see the police 'cause I be wrong
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| I’m like how can I breathe when you be gone?
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| I see you fuckin' with me, I’m catchin' on
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| I’m gon' put a lil' seed right in your stomach, ayy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From the Cradle , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Dying to Live, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп