| And now ladies and gentlemen
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| The one and only may-backer…
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| I got the coupe sitting on all fours
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| I keep the prettiest of bitches, on all fours
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| Double cup on all fours
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| Lately, just tell me what’s it all fo'
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| And what the fuck is going on
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| You know I’m smoking on strong
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| And what the fuck is going on
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| Music up, while I’m blowing on strong
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| All I ever did, was made money in the fishes
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| Turning up with pennies, trying to work up to a bitch
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| Reagan-era born into the world, that’s a prison
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| Tomorrow ain’t given, tomorrow ain’t given
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| Ken Dog, what you see on television
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| Turn a ordinary bitch, into a video vixen
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| They say bullets ain’t got no name on em
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| I beg to differ, niggaz starving and they fade on em
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| Innocent, until the world made me hard
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| Made me bowl it up and blow, Nintendo carteridge
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| Made em pay, for me to talk like a pay phone
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| Black Camaro, on them black lips Grace Jones
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| I’m in the studio, blowing on some’ing loud
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| It’s Don Ke, bitch yeah I made my block proud
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| Still in the parking lot, entertaining three hoes
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| I’m one deep, in that two seater on all fo’s
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| Music blasting, space age and futuristic
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| Nothing but bad hoes, my taste is too specific
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| Real nigga, with his top off and no drama
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| Blowing presidential strong, nigga Obama
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| I’m on my hustle, steady looking for that double up
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| We out here leaning, and they fiending for that double cup
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| 24 inches, pretty bitches know I’m grown
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| It’s 7−13, what the fuck is going on
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| Just waking up in the morning, gotta thank God
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| She with me, same color as the paint job
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| And you gotta ride candy, here where we stay
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| Suicide do’s, all fo’s like pre-k
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| S.U.C. |
| on replay, arm broken patch it
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| I woke up to a threesome, I’m going for the hat trick
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| Glock sitting here, cruise in traffic with my hat low
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| My top disappeared, doing magic like Orlando
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| I stay dranked out, from Sunnyside so I claim Scott
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| Fo' thousand, better keep a closed mouth you can’t box
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| Coming down like rain drops, this oil got me on tilt
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| When your lighters on screen, so I’m higher than stilts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Fours (feat. Yung Redd & Shawt Dawg) , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Heart of a Hustla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп