| Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers
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| Be out here trying to act like
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| They’re so hard and shit
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| But you always got to realize, nigga
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| You ain’t bulletproof
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| And your body ain’t bulletproof
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| At any given time
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| You can get your ass fucking blown the fuck off
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| This motherfucking place the Earth
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| So don’t never think a nigga ain’t watching
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| I got somebody watching
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| Yeah, you know what time it is
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| I’m a motherfucking…
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| Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
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| Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun
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| Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4−5
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| And I would be straight
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| Might make it through the day
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| But by the night I’d need two AKs
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| A couple of sets of extra clips
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| And some ham sandwiches
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| The po-pos know me
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| And their used to my shananagans
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| I run the set, man, causing chaos everywhere
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| Wanna make a bet, man
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| I’ll have you pulling out your hair
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| This is a have-to-do job
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| But on a need-to-know basis
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| Don’t keep your eyeballs on the prize
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| Don’t keep up with the faces
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| I roll with murderers, robbers
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| Drug dealers, killers, and rapists
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| Also an army on the porch
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| With plenty rockets a’waitin
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| Come test my patience, fool
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| And find out how Lil Wyte will react
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| I’ll have these haters, fool
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| Flopping like some fish on their back
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| They got me fucked up
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| I’m about to load them trucks up
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| When I get crazy then you
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| Just might feel some hot stuff
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| This was not on my agenda
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| I was just only playing
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| But since you’re testing my gangsta
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| It’s too damn late for praying
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| Automatic gun fire busting at you hoes
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| To get my point across
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| You got raw bullet to your dome
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| Is what I’m about to toss
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| Sold me a short sack
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| Now you about to feel the trauma
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| Sulfuric acid, so clogged
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| In a pine box for your momma
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| What am I about to do
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| Some says you already know
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| Bring your family in this? |
| No!
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| I ain’t as cool as you folks
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| This shits between me and you
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| But between you and me
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| I got a feeling it might be all up to G-O-D
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| And you can talk all of the trash
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| You want it don’t even matter
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| As long as my album keep selling
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| My pockets gonna get fatter
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| I guess the static is because
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| I am the chosen one
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| Deadly circumstances come with job
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| Better have your gun
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| You might be found bleeding
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| Seeking for the perpetrator
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| Something tells me he real far
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| And you won’t find him, player
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| Quit your crying, bitching
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| And your whining, hating
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| Faking, fronting
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| I’ll run your ass up up off the block
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| Cause I’m a motherfucking
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| Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic
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| Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Static Addict, artist - Lil Wyte. Album song Phinally Phamous Chopped & Screwed, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп