| Rippa on the beat, bitch
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| Fresh out of jail, but don’t think I’m scared to go back, motherfucker
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| I still’ll hit a nigga with that glizzy
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| If rap don’t pop, I’m back to stealin' identity, I’m back to credit card theft
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| Back to credit card fraud
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| Fresh out of jail and Atlantic Records dropped that bag on me
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| Yeah, them crackers just dropped that bag on me again
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| Let me hear it
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| Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
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| And bitch, don’t think I changed, 'cause I didn’t
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| I’ll still’ll hit a nigga with that glizzy
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| If rap don’t pop, I’m back to stealin' identity
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| Credit card fraud, I’m in an Infiniti
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| I just took my brother’s charge like I am not rich
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| I took my brother’s charge like I ain’t got shit
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| I guess he ain’t step up for me 'cause he ain’t got it in him
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| I’m walkin' 'round with fifty thousand in my denim
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| And I don’t trust nobody, I’m drinkin' snake venom
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| And I don’t like you nigga, man, I’m just sayin'
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| I don’t really like you bitches, I be just playin'
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| Before I jumped up off the porch, I was ready then
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| Let’s see if I can shoot the pistol with my left hand
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| Type of nigga hit the party with my FN
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| Type of nigga fuck a shawty and her best friend
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| I be gettin' to the loot, I be gettin' it in
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| Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
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| Road runnin', gettin' money, I be pullin' scams
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| Redrum, head huntin', nigga, what you sayin'?
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| If you fuck with me, then why you got me doin' time?
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| If you fuck with me, then why you got me slangin' iron?
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| All these bitches on my dick, but they can’t even ride
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| Got my mama out the bricks, she ain’t gotta cry
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| Ayy, don’t be fuckin' with my clique if you ain’t tryna die
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| I’m a Zoe, don’t call me Slime, then you is not my kind
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| I be steppin' on these niggas, I don’t rest up
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| I put my foot down on that bitch, she be like, «Yes sir»
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| Free my nigga JGreen, took one for the team
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| Hit the bank, I want no dubs, don’t even
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| Kodak Black, I don’t fuck with cuz, cuz green
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| Hit the slab, go and run it up, you know what I mean
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| You know what I mean? |
| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
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| You know what I mean? |
| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
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| Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
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| And bitch, don’t think I changed, 'cause I didn’t
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| I’ll still’ll hit a nigga with that glizzy
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| If rap don’t pop, I’m back to stealin' identity
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| Credit card fraud, I’m in an Infiniti
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| Yeah, I just called Chief, he said that’s not it
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| You keep tweetin' 'bout a nigga, get your block hit
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| I guess he ain’t fuckin' with me 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with him |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Identity Theft, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Dying to Live, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп