| Pop In Your Grey Cassette
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| Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
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| Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck
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| Pop-Pop In Your Grey Cassette
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| Turn Up Your Fuckin' Deck
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| Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck
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| Pop in your Grey Cassette
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| Turn up your fuckin' deck
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| Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth is on the way to win
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| Now what’cha know about that if you don’t know much I guarentee you finna know
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| about the?
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| So ya see me pulling up in a betty ol' slut, head down with a swag that’ll fuck
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| up the whole world
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| I’m back again, fresh out of beating a dude up (Mike Jones)
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| Too many wanna be gangsta, fuckin' my mood up
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| I probably wanna clique that’s red black and blued up
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| If it’s going down, I bet’cha get screwed up
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| Ya to dead to the King Of The Streets lil homie slow it down, I ain’t really
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| try’na move fast
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| My old school got me looking like a OG, everybody looking at me like they never
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| seen glass
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| I’m the leader of the A.B.N. |
| representers
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| And a gutta when these rappin' niggas never inna
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| Ya better get up out the game if you a beginner
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| Somebody finna get robbed if I ain’t a winner
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| First bitch caught slippin' a running a binner
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| I wanna win it like I’m here finna get back
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| Trunk up by the fist will sit back
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| Leaving through the hood like I’m going off a six pack
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| Real talk I am the H
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| And tell them niggas I’m a fan of hatred
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| Probably hate mo ways you see a bitch with a classic shape
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| Trunk beatin' like it masturbate
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| I got a couple niggas mad, tell them I ain’t finna pass the plate
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| I finna know that they ass is fake
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| So tell them goin' give it up, I ain’t finna pass the mic for shit
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| And I ain’t leaving till this bastard pray
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| It’s Bun B the Trill G
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| Downsouth we still be bangin' Robert Davis on the regular
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| Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in (pop it in)
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| My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
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| I’m a sit sideways, then ride my blazers chop it in
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| I pull up in yo hood, I roll up on your set
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| You know my dows is butterfly, my candy paint is wet
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| My leather seats are stitch and tuck and this for my lady
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| She sitting chromy on the grill so everything is gravy
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| P.A.T. |
| I’m reppin' it, Air Jordans I’m steppin' for warfare
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| I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon
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| I’m ready for regulating, steady you boys been hating
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| It’s our time to shine, we on the grind and we been waiting
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| To do this for the pimp and the rest of the fallen
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| Soliders we goin hold you down wheter we ballin'
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| Or we poor pimpin' it’s never no sippin'
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| And if you reppin' southside then it will be no trippin'
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| When ya
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| Pop it in, nigga
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| It’s the legend
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| Don Ke
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| In ya Grey Cassette
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| Representin' southside
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| Hustle U.S.A., 713
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| Pop in ya Grey Cassette
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| S.U.C., known to wreck
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| Underground street legend never seen a?
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| Four-fifteens, liquid screens, bangin' out my music deck
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| Tilt the grain, change the lane, homie I ain’t finished yet
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| Houston, Texas pourin' on, shining like the morning sun
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| Fuck these niggas talking bout, it’s Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
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| Automatic rise nothing semi all fully
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| I get’cha good and keep it hood just ride and listen to me
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| Representin' southside
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| Tell em keep they mouth wide
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| Leather it’s cassette grey
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| Navy on the outside
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| Losers out here never win
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| Tell me who they better than
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| Slidin' up the slab got a screw tape, nigga pop it in
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| Money coming through this way
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| Hustle Town U.S.A.
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| South Park, Sunnyside, Southwest all day
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| Do it all that last year
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| Fuck another bad year
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| My whole swag full grown
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| Lend me ya strong ear |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grey Cassette (feat. Trae), artist - Lil Keke. Album song The Don Ke Chronicles, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп