| Got it on smash
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| Nah, real nigga shit, know what I’m sayin?
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| Mario!
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| It’s all myself about you
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| Ohh, ohh
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| Oh yeah
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| Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
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| I’m going fast
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| I’m rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
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| Not goin' out sad
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| This for my bros, who been here all along
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| I got your back
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| I dip out there all by my lonely, I don’t need no nigga
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| I spaz
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| Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
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| Oh yeah, talkin' bout the shit you can’t fold
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| Oh yeah, I’m standin' ten toes
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| Oh yeah, and I’ma keep my pole
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| I’ll never let you go back to what you’re used to
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| Tryna show you somethin' different but you didn’t have no clue
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| You can have her back bro, yeah, I been smashed, ooh ooh
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| It wasn’t what I thought it was, yeah, I had to tell the truth
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| Just 'cause I’m in that Bentley
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| Don’t think I won’t shoot out in broad day
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| Say Conley money be the best money
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| Got trap houses out the four way
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| And I ain’t never been a scared nigga
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| All my young nigga wildin'
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| And all I hang around is dreadheads
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| Platted up like rastas
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| Montana shootin' at your damn head
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| Yeah real top shotta
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| He handle his business and go to bed
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| He ain’t even think about you
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| Diamonds on ya toes and all baby
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| Love the way they look on ya
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| That pussy might not be talkin' bout nothin'
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| But you got some good lips on you
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| We slime 'em out, gotta slime 'em all the way can’t even leave nothin'
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| I’m with Crips but I’m bleeding
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| I’m posted on 250 Bleveland
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
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| I’m going fast
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| I’m rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
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| Not goin' out sad
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| This for my bros, who been here all along
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| I got your back
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| I dip out there all by my lonely, I don’t need no nigga
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| I spaz
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| Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
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| Oh yeah, talkin' bout the shit you can’t fold
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| Oh yeah, I’m standin' ten toes
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| Oh yeah, and I’ma keep my pole
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| I’ma keep my pole
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| I’ma stand ten toes
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| Gotta ride with my bros
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| Just like a junkie we want smoke
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| I done seen niggas act hard and fold
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| Watch these niggas go out sad for these hoes
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| The same ho fucked the gang and they gold
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| Young nigga cold, never let go
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| I done had me some long nights on that road
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| Trappin' hard, talkin' bout range
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| Cleveland the snow, gotta go hard
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| Get a bankroll, play yo' card
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| Nigga be bold, seen so much shit that I never told
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| Yeah this shit gettin' hard but I never fold
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| 32 shots in the Glock when I pop and I make them get low
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| Bitch ain’t crazy yeah she know who got them low
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| I’m with Lil Keed, Hood Baby wipe your nose
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| Pockets stay on swoll, haters fall like dominoes
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| I don’t fuck around no no, I have young niggas at your front door
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| I’m in a brand new coupe this shit so fast
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| Gotta bag, can’t look back
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| Niggas is mad, I just laugh
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| I bust down with the hood, don’t crash
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| I bust down my wrist, just dance
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| Droppin' the top on the coupe, blowin' this cash
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| Just like a fan
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| Hop in the coupe, hop in the coupe
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| I’m going fast
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| I’m rockin' these shows, not standin' these hoes
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| Not goin' out sad
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| This for my bros, who been here all along
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| I got your back
|
| I dip out there all by my lonely, I don’t need no nigga
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| I spaz
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| Oh yeah, this a new bankroll
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| Oh yeah, talkin' bout the shit you can’t fold
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| Oh yeah, I’m standin' ten toes
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| Oh yeah, and I’ma keep my pole |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All by My Lonely , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Keed Talk To 'Em, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп