| Somebody put me on a leash
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| I’m buckin' wild like the AK 'cause it came from Kaytra
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| I point it down so you can’t escape her
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| Even if you duck, duck goose neck, your Canada Goose wet
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| Balled up from your boots to your crewneck
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| This that blue flame
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| Put the green to this shit, this that blue dream
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| Put your schemes to test in real life, bet you need a vest
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| Bet you need a vet
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| Niggas bitin' crazy, already seen death by rabies
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| Niggas gettin' lazy, diggin' holes and pushin' daisies
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| Boonk actin' crazy like it’s gravy lookin' crazy on the internet
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| Niggas dirty dancin', no Patrick Swayze
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| Lover don’t get caught on your Savion Glover for these white boys
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| They out here cancellin' plans at the last minute
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| You’ll denied it then admit it, that type mad different
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| But I ain’t mad, I’m high as a kite
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| Trip is supplying the light, niggas can’t buy this advice
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| Listen, caution would question this shit, niggas that claim you bitchin'
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| Get straight to the money whenever your hands start itchin'
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| Know that if you ride me, you’ll never be Mike or Pippen
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| And you got to know that ain’t me dissin'
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| Dodgin' smokescreens, that ain’t the piff in the air or, niggas is smokin'
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| different
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| Could read the same Bible but, niggas quote it different
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| They finna do clean water just like prohibition
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| I already know the mission, why they keep on missin', we grow more efficient
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| Gotta have it
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| Please excuse the water bottle habit
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| Finger spazzin'
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| Make a nigga think this semi fully automatic
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| Fuck the dramatics
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| We get through them locks when they padded
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| I never had it
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| Got to get to free, got to have it
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| Gotta have it
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| Please excuse the water bottle habit
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| Finger spazzin'
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| Make a nigga think this semi fully automatic
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| Fuck the dramatics
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| We get through them locks when they padded
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| I never had it
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| Got to get to free, got to have it
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| Ay yo, these nigga mad thirsty for the fame and glory
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| Yous as basic as a baby daddy on Maury
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| Fuck the fake chain blingin', autotune singin'
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| I’m a killer bee straight out the hive and I’m stingin'
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| Dirty slang doctor botox your girl’s lips up
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| We soul training 'em like Don Corneil, get your dick sucked
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| We fist fuckin' the money, we runnin' down jewelers
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| We flooded backstage out like ice in the coolers
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| Fuck the rulers, Donald Trump is a piece of shit
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| I got 36 chambers, hollow tip in the clip
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| Smoke a dick, no time for the games and dramatics
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| We blessed every morning with today’s mathematics
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| Put a hole in your cabbage, quick to fuck up your party
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| Off your whole set nigga, you can ask Cardi
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| We used to lose our cracks when we was runnin' from the Narci
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| Now we watchin' shark tank, robes up in the Marqis
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| Gotta have it
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| Please excuse the water bottle habit
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| Finger spazzin'
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| Make a nigga think this semi fully automatic
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| Fuck the dramatics
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| We get through them locks when they padded
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| I never had it
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| Got to get to free, got to have it
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| Gotta have it
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| Please excuse the water bottle habit
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| Finger spazzin'
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| Make a nigga think this semi fully automatic
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| Fuck the dramatics
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| We get through them locks when they padded
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| I never had it
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| Got to get to free, got to have it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Padded Locks, artist - Mick Jenkins. Album song Pieces of a Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп