| Ayy, ayy
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| Out here you gonna eat or starve, man
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| I’ma need what’s on your plate, gimme that
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| Everything 1K over here
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| I’m hungry
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| Ayy, look
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| Royalty can’t buy you loyalty
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| Tell me, if I lose everything
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| Would you be over me?
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| I’ma tell you like they told me
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| This fame it ain’t immortally
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| I ain’t finna go switch oversea
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| Ain’t no money controlling me
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| Black boy gave me a throwaway
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| I kept that shit, I ain’t throw it away
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| Ten bands for the Jaguar
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| When I wrecked that shit, I remember that day
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| Been up, I been on my back
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| Now I’m up like an insomniac
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| Remember I made my first stack
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| When Wally had that Pontiac
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| Went to jail and I came back
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| Went through hell and I came back
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| Was in my cell, recreating myself
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| I died, and then I came back
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| Wondering where my partners at
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| Ain’t write me and I acknowledge that
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| Snoop had me selling powder bags
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| He ain’t even give me a dollar back
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| Later on, started sneaking shit in my pocket like it’s contraband
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| Finessin' had me lookin' back at my profit, I had seven bands
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| Me, Mark, Greg, Tracy went up the road, hit for eleven bands
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| Project Baby, Taliban
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| It’s Kodak, run and tell a friend
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| It’s for my mama, she love me
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| She just want the best for me
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| Told me I should be in the booth instead of posted up on the ugly
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| Was in the club on that Hennessy
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| Now you see me sippin' bubbly
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| All the stripper hoes on me
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| I ain’t even gotta throw money
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| I ain’t even gotta throw money
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| I’ma young prodigy
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| Now my plate filet mignon
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| No more collard greens
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| Doctor told me, «eat my veggies»
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| I’m smokin' broccoli
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| If you wasn’t in the trenches with me
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| You can’t rock with me
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| I’ma young prodigy
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| Now my plate filet mignon
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| No more collard greens
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| Doctor told me, «eat my veggies»
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| I’m smokin' broccoli
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| If you wasn’t in the trenches with me
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| You can’t rock with me
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| I was cheatin' on my girlfriend
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| I fell in love with finesse
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| Now I’m married to the money, catch me stuntin' on my ex
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| Call it Smackdown, hit your bitch with the triple X
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| Need a Gatorade break, they caught me running up a check
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| Ever since a youngin', I been runnin' up the guap
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| Coulda ran track, but I was busy runnin' from the cops
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| I’m a young Haitian
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| VVSes in my watch like a Dalmatian
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| Bitch I got one hundred and one spots
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| Remember playing Lego, now I’m really on the blocks
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| Smoking loud, got my eyes so low I look like Fetty Wap
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| Jumpin' out ya window like Jeff Hardy
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| I’m a dirty nigga, boy, I got your bitch turnt up on molly
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| I’ma young prodigy
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| Now my plate filet mignon
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| No more collard greens
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| Doctor told me, «eat my veggies»
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| I’m smokin' broccoli
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| If you wasn’t in the trenches with me
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| You can’t rock with me
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| I’ma young prodigy
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| Now my plate filet mignon
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| No more collard greens
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| Doctor told me, «eat my veggies»
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| I’m smokin' broccoli
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| If you wasn’t in the trenches with me
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| You can’t rock with me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Prodigy , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Lil Big Pac, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп