| I ain’t foldin' under pressure, I ain’t switchin' for no ho
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| I ain’t talkin' to no cop and I ain’t tellin' on my bros
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| Ain’t no killer, but don’t push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
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| Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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| Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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| Now I’m eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin' sloppy joe
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| Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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| Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
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| Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause a nigga wearin' gold
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| I came up and made it happen, I was trappin' by the store
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| Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke
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| Do me dirty, I’ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor
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| 19 with a bag, I got rich by myself
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| Rather do this shit alone, I wasn’t askin' for no help
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| They keep askin' how I’m winnin' with the cards that I was dealt
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| Boy, I worked hard for this seat and I ain’t bucklin' my belt
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| Call my brother on the phone, he said, «Broski, you a star»
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| I said, «Brother, hold it down soon we’ll all be livin' large»
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| And it’s crazy how last year was sellin' coke out my garage
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| Now I’m in a good position for this life, can’t sabotage
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| I ain’t foldin' under pressure, I ain’t switchin' for no ho
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| I ain’t talkin' to no cop and I ain’t tellin' on my bros
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| Ain’t no killer, but don’t push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
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| Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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| Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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| Now I’m eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin' sloppy joe
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| Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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| Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo
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| I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation
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| I could never get a job, so for my dream, I’m dedicated
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| For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin' faded
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| Now they see me out in public and be knowin' what my name is
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| All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein' famous
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| I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it
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| I was comin' for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient
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| Now I’m runnin' up these bands, can hit the island for vacation
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| I’ve been shittin' on my haters, you could say I’m constipated
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| Five racks on this fit just to stunt while I’m in Vegas
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| Gnarcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb
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| Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us
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| I ain’t foldin' under pressure, I ain’t switchin' for no ho
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| I ain’t talkin' to no cop and I ain’t tellin' on my bros
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| Ain’t no killer, but don’t push me, fingers itchin' on that pole
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| Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose
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| Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio
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| Now I’m eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain’t eatin' sloppy joe
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| Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow
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| Bust off like a Smith & Wesson, welcome to the rodeo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Rodeo , by - Lil Skies. Song from the album Life of a Dark Rose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп