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| Bow!
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| Posted on corners
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| We don’t behave like sons and daughters
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| Now I got green, that orchard
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| Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
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| Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
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| I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
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| Out of me or you who forced it
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| And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
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| MC’s rapping up garbage
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| I don’t wanna hear that talkin
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| I been tryna push things forward
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| Gal’ll run a man down till I’m all in (Hello)
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| You’re on the road with no cash
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| I been doing all of this saucin
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| When my brother died I said fuck the law
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| I got weed, coke, and more in
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| Yatties badder than before
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| Man pick and choose in the club
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| Niggas hatin in the ends (it's whatever)
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| Snakes soon catch a slug
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| I don’t wanna dap you up (nuh)
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| Wanna see these numbers adding up (oh yeah)
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| Wanna see lil baby back it up (oh yeah)
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| Hitters in the cut I’m savaged up
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| Posted on corners
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| We don’t behave like sons and daughters
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| Now I got green, that orchard
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| Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
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| Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
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| I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
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| Out of me or you who forced it
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| And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
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| Where was you
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| When we was corner
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| I am the warlord father
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| Em try this but they can’t come 'arder
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| Gally want me, gally want wawa
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| I like my gyaldem thick not Morgan
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| My ex done me dirty
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| But I believe in karma
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| Well out to order
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| Old school like come round the corner
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| From young had a vision as a baller
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| Me or him gyal what would you rather
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| I ain’t built like them
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| I ain’t gettin killed like them
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| Some funny man friend
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| Always force friends on weekends
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| Posted on corners
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| We don’t behave like sons and daughters
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| Now I got green, that orchard
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| Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
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| Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
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| I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
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| Out of me or you who forced it
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| And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses
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| Under pressure I see man fold
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| I know everything that glitters ain’t gold
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| After I weigh up the cons and pros
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| You ain’t got on my heart so cold
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| but we sheddin them tears
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| Same night I stepped out moncler
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| Mum thought I never cared
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| I was feeling like Mitch need love in the ends
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| Got yatties on Max
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| What is it the car or the clothes that I wear
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| Cause back in the day she was giving man air
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| But I got a high off my bredrens
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| She just want the money or credit
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| I just wanna fly to beach and venice
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| Man are just chasing anything
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| Using each other and you still don’t get it
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| Posted on corners
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| We don’t behave like sons and daughters
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| Now I got green, that orchard
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| Can’t talk to my ex, that’s awkward
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| Tryna run up in a raid, get a forward
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| I was in the flats tryna stack for a mortgage
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| Out of me or you who forced it
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| And your ting’s dead, lookin all corpses |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guns And Roses , by - Maxsta. Song from the album MAXTAPE 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп