| I’m talkin' way back when, on the Westside roads
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| Had like four, five hitters, homie, you should know
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| We got mutual friends, yeah
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| If I go broke, probably take yo' ends
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| Homie, you should know
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| We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah
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| I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah
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| Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
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| I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah
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| I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
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| I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown
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| If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know
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| On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
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| Wake up and fuck up a check
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| I know the money’ll flip
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| I am just tryna be honest
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| I’m tired of modest
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| I feel like I’m runnin' this shit
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| Fuck your whole clique
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| I’m 'bout to cop a new whip
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| Probably go total the shit
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| I don’t give a shit
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| Y’all are still rollin' up clips
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| It’s never home in this bitch
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| Holding the grip
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| I been unloading and shit
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| Who the fuck said they want it?
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| I been ready as shit
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| I just re’d-up and deaded your bitch
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| Got a flight in the A.M., ain’t regular, kid
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| But I’m still up in Port and the West like it’s '06
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| My ganja is potent
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| Y’all tryna' promote shit
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| We fly coast-to-coast, bitch
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| I live on the road, bitch
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| I’m done with my old bitch
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| Selena’s the focus and
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| We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah
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| I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah
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| Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
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| I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah
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| I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
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| I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown
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| If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know
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| On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
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| I’m usually ridin' 'round in a hot box
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| Checks comin', I need more, I cannot stop
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| Bitch, I’m dumbin' till they put me in a pine box
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| Bet they see me now every single time that I drop
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| Four bitches all sing, that’s a girl group
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| OG Kush-scented, that’s the perfume
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| Showin' famous bitches that they gettin' curved too
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| Couple models off white like Virgil, right
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| I don’t think they heard Lou right
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| I’m sicker than bird flu, right
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| Rappers is my sons, man, I birthed you, right
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| Dawg, I got so many bars
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| Every verse do life, muhfucka, Hugh
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| I’m talkin' way back when (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| Where they stay packin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| Where they stay trappin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| Where them things happen (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
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| We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can’t find no fear, yeah
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| I been high all year, yeah, I don’t mind, aw yeah
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| Don’t have a mind, aw yeah, yeah, I lost it, yeah
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| I won’t cry, it’s all good, yeah, I won’t find it, I’m good, yeah
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| I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
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| I just copped a whole pound, the prince of my hometown
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| If you ain’t know now, homie, you should know
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| On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold, yeah
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| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nah, nah, nah
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| Nah, nah
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| (Nah, nah)
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| (Nah, nah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Back When, artist - Lou The Human. Album song Painkiller Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп