| I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal
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| He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer
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| I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch
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| She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit
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| I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage
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| My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient
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| I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money
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| I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin'
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| I’m goin' through it
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| I’m goin' through it, man this shit so crazy
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| '07, lost my brother, 15 years in them cages
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| Now my grandma rest in peace, that was my first lady
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| Thousand dollar specs on my face to block the haters
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| Goin' through it right now but still chasin' the paper
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| My bitch fucked the whole team, I never should have saved her
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| And now I’m goin' crazy, cause I’m just goin' through it
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| I still walk around with Rugers cause I like to shoot 'em
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| I thought I loved that bitch to the mothafuckin' core
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| I bought her Jimmy Choos, I bought her Juicy Couture
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| I treated her like a queen, but she was the neighborhood whore
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| And now she tryna ride with me cause now I’m on tour
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| Money, money, money, money got me in a Porsche
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| Money, money, money, money got my fingers sore
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| I’m rollin' up a 3−5 blunt look like a core
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| Feds watchin' me, still servin' J’s, I’m paranoid
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| I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal
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| He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer
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| I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch
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| She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit
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| I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage
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| My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient
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| I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money
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| I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin'
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| I’m goin' through it
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| I’m goin' through it, my niggas in the slammer
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| I had to go to Wal-Mart and collect some Arm & Hammer
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| And go hard in the kitchen, finessin' nothing but tickets
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| Do numbers water whippin', Young Quavo, yeah I did it
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| My bitch, she smashed the whole team, damn that ho too friendly
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| So you know when I sign that deal, got to know I ain’t buyin' that ho no Bentley
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| Ain’t seen him in two years, now he wanna come around, gotta know somethin'
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| fishy
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| And I told my momma if somethin' happen to me, she can have my riches
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| Young Quavo, ain’t leavin' my wealth to none of these bitches
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| Cause once you dead and gone, she’ll have another nigga in your kitchen
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| Water whippin', show her how you did it
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| If I get her the Bentley, she’ll have another nigga in that Bentley
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| I’m goin' through it, my nigga ain’t even loyal
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| He snitchin' on the kid, I heard it from my lawyer
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| I’m goin' through it, my bitch ain’t even my bitch
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| She let the whole team hit, this bitch ain’t worth shit
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| I’m goin' through it, my brother in the cage
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| My grandma in the grave, the Lord told me be patient
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| I’m goin' through it, I gotta get this money
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| I’ma always ride in foreign, the codeine what I’m pourin'
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| I’m goin' through it
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| I’ve been goin' through it, shit been crazy
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| 2000, lost my cousin, cried like a baby
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| My ancestors been goin' through it, back then in slavery
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| Now the time faster, I am the master
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| Could’ve been me back then, nigga woulda been like «Fuck your master»
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| My name Takeoff, I am NASA
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| Every move I make, is spectacular
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| Northside is my nation, and I’m an ambassador
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| I pray to the man above, palm to palm
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| Remember back in '07, almost lost my mom
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| That woulda hurt my heart, prolly wouldn’t have no heart
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| Prolly would’ve been stopped right then, prolly wouldn’t been no start
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| Back to kickin' them doors, back to juugin' them cars
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| But I pray to God, cause he healed my mom
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| If you talkin' 'bout that bread, then I want every crumb
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| Runnin' to the money like I’m in a marathon
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| Foreign bitch, pop a zan like she pop a gun
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| Smokin' on that kush, it smell just like an underarm
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| And the check say it wanna get married to my thumb
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| Goin' through it like a nigga locked up with no bond
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| I’m goin' through it
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| 2000, lost my cousin RiRi, rest in peace
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| '07 lost my big bruh to the feds
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| Free Player Made
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| Just lost my grandmomma
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| Rest in peace Sally Smith, I love you
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| Done took so many losses, it’s only right that we win |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goin' Through It , by - Migos. Song from the album No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп