| Off the head, shit, you know what I’m saying
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| Brr, off the dome man, I’m in
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| 22 hours locked down, ain’t shit to do a thing
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| I remember like it was yesterday, was drinking out the sink
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| I’m sitting back plotting, I’m just sitting back vibing
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| A nigga can’t complain, I had to use my time wisely
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| I’m sleeping in a dorm, but they ain’t send me off to college
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| I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Riley
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| I’m book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
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| So there ain’t nun' for you when you coming out the projects
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| So there ain’t nun' for you when you coming out the slum
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| A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
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| I got a handful of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
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| But I know when I go to talk, a nigga’ll reconsider it
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| I know you niggas are trying to benefit
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| I ain’t fucking with you a little bit
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| I ain’t fucking with you at all
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| I ain’t fucking with you at all
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| I was sellin' weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
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| Right now I’m goin' in, but I was just behind the wall
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| This jail got me thinking, I feel like everybody flawed
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| I got too much to lose, but I’ll still go at a nigga jaw
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| I’m down for the count, I’m never down for the cause
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| I made a million dollars off of shows and goin' hard
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| I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom 'cause I
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| Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
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| But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| Fuck your problem, it’s too late to tell me sorry
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| I pulled up in a 'Rari, it don’t come with no apologies
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| I remember everything, I done been through everything
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| I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
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| Like Ray-J, got a bitch from the Bronx giving em brain
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| Like Ray-J I done walked through the motherfucking rain
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| Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucking feature
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| I’m the freshest man in high-school, but I’m a motherfucking senior
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| Lil shawty want to kick it, I told her I don’t play FIFA
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| I jumped up out the Beamer, now I’m sliding in the regal
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| That pussy so tight but I be trying to go deeper
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| If she can make moolah she a motherfucking keeper
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| Reminisce about my niggas, reminisce about my homies
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| I’m thinking 'bout my niggas, I’m thinking 'bout my whoadies
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| I don’t fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
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| Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the chorus
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| A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
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| I’ll lose it about that money, I’ll go dumb for it
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| I’m working like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
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| I bought me a crib, thirty clip in my forty
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| She said that my baby, I told that bih let’s go to Maury
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| Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain’t foreign then it’s boring
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| I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom 'cause I
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| Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
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| But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| Fuck your problem, it’s too late to tell me sorry
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| I pulled up in a 'Rari, it don’t come with no apologies
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah
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| Reminiscing, yeah
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| I’m reminiscing, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reminiscing, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Painting Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп