| Cook that shit up, Quay
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| What’s the chances that you’d make it from the bottom?
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| Let’s go
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| Gotta beat the odds, I’m tryna blend in (Blend)
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| Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN
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| Fear of God pants, I don’t fear men
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| Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg
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| Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back
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| I watched the law take my bro, I’m tryna get him back
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| I pray to God that I don’t have to get nobody whacked
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| Ain’t gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And your two main men catch a body
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| I got it the worstest, I ain’t have to rehearse this
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| Made me who I am, I’m gettin' bands, I’m breakin' curses
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| Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains
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| Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I’m tellin' you
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| I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em
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| Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him
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| Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it
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| Always talkin' 'bout what I’m gon' do, but I don’t ever do it, yeah
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| Beefin' with myself
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| Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don’t help (No)
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| It’s like I got money to please everybody else
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| They act like they with you, but I’m knowin' they don’t care
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| They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it’s rollin' (Rollin')
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| I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em)
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| Couple bitches know they wish they would’ve held it down
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| It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And your two main men catch a body
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| I gotta stay solid
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| I grew up 'round dope boys, I don’t need no stylist
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| I got grown man money, can’t be actin' childish (No childish)
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| I’ve been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?)
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| Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now (Now)
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| It was time that we’ll go broke, we’ll pick a play and take 'em down
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| Kick me when I’m down, when I get up, I’ll prolly shit on you
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| I can’t even lie, I’ll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them
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| These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men
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| I ain’t ever did no fraud, but I’m known for pullin' cards
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| Ask about me in my neighborhood, I’m known for goin' hard
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| I’ve been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
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| I done really beat the odds
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And your two main men catch a body
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And you really come from sleepin' out the projects
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| What’s the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? |
| (Huh?)
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| And your two main men catch a body
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| I got it the worstest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hurtin , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album My Turn, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп