| Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
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| Cause paychecks are coming up shorter than February
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| Can’t get a real job, I never finished school
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| Can’t get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes
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| But now the game’s changed, I’m all about the hustle
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| And even Hogan Knows Best, I’m all about the muscle
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| I’m all about my team, I’m all about my green
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| I’m 'bout supply and demand, I’m 'bout to serve the fiends
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| And I’m a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean
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| See I’m the fucking future, I’m a working machine
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| Don’t trust a soul I’m the only one watching my C.R.E.A.M
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| So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper
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| Motherfucker I’m a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
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| 50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
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| A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
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| Can’t keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper
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| And you’s a daily hater cause my foot game is major
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| After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator
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| My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppe’s
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| Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis
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| A finger to the world, paid my dues and I’m ready
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| To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
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| Million dollar deals making moves on my celly
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| Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper
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| Wake up and smell the coffee, it’s time to make the doughnuts
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| A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
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| You ever threaten mines I won’t resist to put the chrome up
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| My guns’ll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up)
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| Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets
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| I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat
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| So hell NO I don’t sleep, I’m like an Energizer battery
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| Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary
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| My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
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| Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
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| I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
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| So if it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper
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| Stop moving so slow (I got mouths to feed)
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| Hurry up and let’s go (I got mouths to feed)
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| Rain hail sleet snow (I got mouths to feed)
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| So you already know I’m 'bout to get to that paper |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mouths To Feed , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Release Therapy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп