| Gang! |
| You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB
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| 150 Roc Block shit man
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| You know no niggas fucking with us man
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| I tried to tell niggas man, it’s over
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| Game over shit
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| All I know, get money fuck bitches and
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| Keep it a 100 plus 50 with my niggas man
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| No Limit, 150, we them niggas, man
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| Herbo, Lil Bibby, we at it again
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| All I know is get money and stack it
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| In the trap Lil Bibby make the pack flip
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| Chopper hit 'em, make a nigga do a back flip
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| These niggas, they bitches, they actors
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| But they do it good, they can probably get a Grammy
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| Like Fredo, niggas bitches, what you need, panties?
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| Dirty Crush, Pacquiao knock me out, Manny
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| Bad bitch, 5'5, light brown candy
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| All my young niggas hitta’s, I ain’t talking Sammy
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| Baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy
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| Love red bones but I’ll fuck Brandy
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| Tryna' creep on this niggas but I had a crammy
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| Got a .4−5, two Glock nines
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| Tryna' argue? |
| I ain’t got time
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| Pull up on a nigga by the stop sign
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| Slide the doors back then it’s shots fired
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| It’s Chiraq, this shit serious
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| Just bought a thirty clip for the SIG
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| I’ll kill bitch and I’ll kill her kids
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| It all depends what her nigga did
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| We’re killa’s, we don’t show no sympathy
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| Murder one or all my enemies
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| I lost my niggas, I can’t feel a thing
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| Aw, they deep? |
| Lil' bro go clear the scene
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| He saw the shots but ain’t hear the beam
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| He saw the shots but ain’t hear the beam
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| Beg my pardon, I been sipping lean
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| Red or purple, I don’t sip the green
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| Hold up, turn the beat off
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| Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off
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| These niggas keep hating, I just feed off it
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| Fo' fo' bulldog, tear the meat off
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| AR 15, tear his head off it
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| Your money short, come with it, I’mma wear it off
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| And every time I see the cops I’mma play it off
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| I don’t pay no damn note, bitch I pay it off
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| Real black tints, I just hide in the whip
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| New M6, no miles on my shit
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| Can’t waste no time with a bitch
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| Money coming, I’m just piling the shit
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| It keep coming now I can’t get enough
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| Bitch suck me to death, now I can’t get it up
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| My shooters on the line like Ginobli and stuff
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| Two fours in my pop, off the Kobe I’m stuck
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| These niggas so funny man
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| Nigga wanna talk man then a nigga get dropped down one
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| Say what you got to say, what they gon' say?
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| Niggas already know what it is man
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| We been doing this shit man
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| Niggas know we been the hottest, we been getting money
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| We been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting shit, gang!
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| I’m going back in, Free Crack 2, the mixtape
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| Before this rapping we was playing with poles
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| Chasing back and we gon' take a soul
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| Keep up with us cause niggas can’t no more
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| They like: «This another Play They Role!»
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| I’m getting money, all my cases old
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| A nigga can’t never say he told
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| Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold
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| Rob who, fill his face with holes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Over , by - Lil Herb. Song from the album Free Crack II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп