| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Huh, uh. |
| yeah yeah, New York! |
| Uh, uh Even if the world got it for me You’re the one thing, I still love, yeah
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| As long as you loving me together
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| We gonna make this money right
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| Nigga, listen to your heart
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| Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin’up in the hood
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| So I gotta, strap it up in the hood
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| When I’m sellin', with the crew
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| Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling
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| Number 2, dealing is a team sport
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| But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga’s dreams short
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| And I ain’t try’nna get my dreams caught
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| Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court
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| It gotta be some better ways, keepin’my head up Cuz even Pop told me the’ll be better days
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| Queens, where the weapons blaze
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| Pores pour, war is war, I’m self made and ghetto raised
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| Still I need a place to get away
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| From all this drama and commotion, I’m sucked with all this ganja
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| And I’m smokin', uh, one day, I’ma shine
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| But for now, it’s one day at a time, let the chorus rock
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| Sometimes we’ll listen to others
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| And I can be wrong…
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| Put a little love in bit of candy
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| We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain
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| But as long as it be all easy
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| And there’s nothing we can do Oh… yo, the first time, we clicked
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| I knew it was forever, oh oh oh
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| Yo, now it’s hard for me on this nine to five
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| From hustler to working man, I’m like a whole different person, man
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| Who’d ever think I’d be this kind of guy?
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| Taking orders ain’t good for my pride, I need a wood to get high
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| Lost chicks, once stood by my side
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| She a down individual, around, when it’s critical
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| And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride
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| See me going hard now, but gon’lounge in a minute
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| Though I’m sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses
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| Tracin’up divorces, that get raises in the office
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| Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches
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| Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I’m flossin'
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| Friends get upset, I don’t hang no more
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| Said I changed since I ain’t been in the game no more
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| Fuck it, I know one day I’ma shine
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| But for now, it’s one day at a time, let the chorus rock
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| All my niggas, oh.
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| If I died tonight, don’t cry
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| If I died tonight, just get high
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| For me… yeah
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| It’s that real shit man
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| I’ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars
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| Wake up a few A&R's, go hard
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| As long as you loving me together
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| I’ma lock the game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Queens Day 88 , by - Mathematics. Song from the album Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп