| I hate gossip
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| And I don’t walk around lookin' for it, you know?
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| But, yesterday it seemed to just
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| Wander around 'til it found me
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| You know like, the gossip found me
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| Then why don’t try provin' it?
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| How? |
| You don’t know how to prove it?
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| Well, what you just do is, stop
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| Stop hating on a nigga
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| That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
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| And you can get tipped like you’re waiting on a nigga
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| Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
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| I give my all behind the mic
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| But you can never see if you sit behind the light
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| And you don’t have to pick me to win the title fight
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| But I’ma wear that championship belt so tight
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| And if I’m wrong, there is no right
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| And if I’m wrong, there is Snow White
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| I’m trying to be polite
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| But you bitches in my hair like the fucking po-lice
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| My flow is rare, these other rappers nice
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| These other rappers bark some of them even bite
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| But I’m much more bright, I give the game sight
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| So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna…
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| Think it over
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| Ooooh, think it over
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| Think it over, baby baby
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| Stop analyzing, criticizing
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| You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
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| Confident, got the heart of the biggest lion
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| Confident, like fuck them all, pull out my dick and ride it
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| My flow sick, so sick, it’s like my shit is dying
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| It rains a lot in my city 'cause my city’s crying
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| 'Cause my city’s dying, but I emerge from all of that
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| I am a living pioneer, Zion
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| Fear God, not them, steer my robin Coupe
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| Through the streets of the boot and soowoo
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| And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
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| Sorry, there’s a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
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| Like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
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| I’m twisted like the strings on a boot, where New Orleans at?
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| I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
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| So in your possession, I must ask
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| Hey, haven’t I been good to you?
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| Tell me, haven’t I been sweet to you?
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| Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
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| Cast away stones, I won’t even blink
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| A gun is not a math problem, I won’t even think
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| Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
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| Don’t believe in me, don’t believe me
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| I’ve graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
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| My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
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| But I’m gon' need cheese if I’m baking a ziti
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| You niggas want beef, I want a steak and, uh, we be
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| Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica, where weed be
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| Hard body nigga, taking it easy
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| All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
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| Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
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| Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherfucking cameras
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| Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
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| I am Hip Hop
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| And I ain’t dead, I’m alive |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gossip, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Tha Carter III, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп