| Yeah, Project Baby
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| These streets took my conscience
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| Glee
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| Sniper Gang
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| These streets took my conscience
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| Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
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| I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
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| I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
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| Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
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| Brown liquor made my dawg insane
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| Booted up or geeked, it’s the same thang
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| Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
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| Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
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| The big Patek face cost ten chains
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| Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
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| Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
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| Fucked that junkie behind the dumpster for some cocaine
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| Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang
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| Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
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| I told my nigga be smooth (cool), he put a potato on a barrel
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| I kick her dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
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| I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain’t got no hair
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| I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain’t got no wheels
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| Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
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| Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I’m a damn Warrior
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| Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
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| Run my money up in a hurry
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| Thirteen strippers, James Harden
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| Money make you greedy when you starving
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| Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
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| Before I had anything, I was saucing
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| Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
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| All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them
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| She say she pregnant, I swear I think I wanna off her
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| Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
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| I’m credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)
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| Me and Future gang gang, same thang
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| I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
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| Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
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| I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
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| These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul
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| These streets took all my soul from me
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| Tried to leave me in the cold
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| These streets took my conscience from me
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| Now tough love is all I show
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| I know my niggas got love for me
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| And they filling up they nose
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| I know my Levi got love for me
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| She just want everybody to know
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| I know my niggas, they be missin' me
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| So I be posted on the stroll
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| I don’t even care about how much cash I see
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| I’m always gon' be in the 'No
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| I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
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| I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
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| In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
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| I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
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| I’m sorry mom ain’t mean to bring you through so much pain
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| I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
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| Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
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| All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin' paid
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| These streets took my conscience
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| All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
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| These streets took my conscience
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| All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
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| All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
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| All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conscience, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Painting Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп