| HOOK:
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| When you down, they not around
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| But when you up they need you
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| Ooh, they need you
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| Ooh, fuck all that you say
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| Ooh, they see through
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| Ooh, fuck all the two face
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| Sipping on D’USSÉ
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| Fuck what you say
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| Apologies if you tryna stop me (uh uh) — bitch you too late!
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| You curved I threw straight
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| Looking at God like ‘thanks for the cue, aye'
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| In my mind can’t count up all the times
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| That I went without a plate to guarantee that my crew ate
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| Selfless, funny now they care about my self less I can’t help stress
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| I’m feeling helpless, Mama telling me I need to help less 'fore I am wealth less
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| I’m well dressed from the toes up, chest out with my nose up
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| Necklace hiding in plain sight, it got stage fright, yeah, it froze up
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| I glowed up (that's true), never slowed up (that's true)
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| Now the same ones that used to count me out’ll be counting on me (that's new)
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| I’m the one to project myself, wear a Jesus piece to protect myself
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| Can’t play the cards that I was never dealt, never raised to fold so better
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| check yourself
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| HOOK:
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| When you down, they not around
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| But when you up they need you
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| Ooh, they need you
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| Ooh, fuck all that you say
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| Ooh, they see through
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| Ooh, fuck all the two face
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| Sipping on Henny like water (splash), I might pull up on your daughter (smash)
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| I can’t be cuffing no queen if she ain’t got no dream, raise a flag like a
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| corner (corner)
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| Still I smash it, man, I slaughter
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| 1−800 call the coroner
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| Best believe I can afford her
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| Buy her a ring if she born cross the border
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| Aye, I’m, jumping the fence with the vert' of LeBron in 2010
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| Making sure that the fake hoes and the fake bros stay permanently close to the
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| fucking past tense
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| Y’all washed up, y’all rinsed, y’all too loose with y’all two cents
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| Y’all be wasting time tryna stop my grind, take your mind up off of my chips
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| This ain’t no casino, it’s no gamble, I got C-notes, drip on heat though
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| You by yourself, yo' girl with me bro, you pay for attention she let me free
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| throw
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| Run the game, I’m the referee bro, ain’t nobody that can F me with me bro
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| Check your crew instead of checking me bro, you played yourself you ain’t
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| playing me bro
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| HOOK:
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| Don’t bite the hand
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed you
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| When you down, they not around
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| But when you up they need you
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| Ooh, they need you
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| Ooh, fuck all that you say
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| Ooh, they see through
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| Ooh, fuck all the two face |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Bite the Hand, artist - Melo. Album song Bandaids over Bulletwounds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп