| Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
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| Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
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| I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
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| I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
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| Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
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| If you weren’t with me, in the beginning, you get no love
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| My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
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| Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe
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| Hold bring it back, uh, I’ma call you back, uh
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| Too busy countin' stacks, uh, pickin' up the slack (slack!)
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| I was born in the trap (trap!), chains on, cooked crack
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| Logic never wanna flex, but Bobby finna bring the facts
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| Put my city on the map, fuck with the gang get attacked
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| It ain’t a thing, RattPack, nobody know about that
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| Bitch, I been gunnin', comin' for the throne and I know that they talking,
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| can’t fuck with the tone
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| Talkin' shit 'bout Logic, I never respond
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| I’ll let success talk, 'cause a word of advice:
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| More achievements for yourself and less talk
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| Cats beef with Logic, yeah, they prayin' I respond
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| If I ever did I dead you in this game with no respawn
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| Peace, Love, and Positivity that’s all I want with you
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| But you push the issue 'cause I give you more press than your publicist could
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| ever get you
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| Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success
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| I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you surpressed
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| If feelings of self-hatred that you wan' project on me
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| Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies
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| But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy
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| Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty
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| Most people that don’t fuck with me ain’t ever shook my hand
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| I’m a good man, yeah, I love myself
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| I know who I am, yeah, I love myself
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| They don’t understand, but no matter what happen you know that-
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| Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
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| Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
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| I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
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| I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
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| Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
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| If you weren’t with me in the beginning you get no love
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| My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
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| Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe
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| Hi! |
| It’s uh-Logic, hi, sorry. |
| It’s Elton John calling you, um. |
| I hope you don’t
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| mind me getting you on your mobile-or not getting on your mobile,
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| but I was just, uh-congratulating you first of all on your performance at the
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| Grammys and then I was asking you-I was gonna ask you if you’d like to do
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| something for me, and I will ring you back later and see-and talk about it,
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| thanks! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yuck , by - Logic. Song from the album Bobby Tarantino II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп