| What a day, man I’ll explain in a few
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| I’ll give you a list of bullshit that I done been through
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| Got pulled over harassed, by the tas, when I passed
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| Cause the window was down, and the police got a draft
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| Of the grass, searched the car and only found bags
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| Bad tags, rain drag, but that was only the half
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| Drove halfway down the block then I almost crashed
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| Cold thang, man I wasn’t even driving fast
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| But this lady I have passed had ass so I smashed
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| My bad, fucked up my brand new jag
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| Tried to play it all bad like I wasn’t even mad
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| But I was harder than the son at his deadbeat dad
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| I’m just tryina make a dollar out of 15 cents
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| But a buck 15 still can’t pay your rent
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| My baby mama tripping saying libby need diapers
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| And my brother stressed out cause he just got light
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| All day I’ve been grinding, with so much on my mind and
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| So ain’t worry bout shining, I wouldn’t even wait in the line and
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| I’m glad I made to the club, I almost didn’t make it
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, police tryna take me
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, I ain’t trippin on anything
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, fresh off probation
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| I’m glad I made it to the club
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| This for all my niggas getting rich in the trap
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| I ain’t getting head, but my bitch in my lap
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| Plus the cops in my rear view, but i gotta stay calm
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| Cause them lights make you freeze like the deer do
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| I write songs, sit back and drink a beer 2
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| Count money, even shed a tear or 2
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| But I got work in the car, search for the law
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| Can’t wait to hit the club and put some purp in the gar
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| Chilling in my section spitting church to a broad
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| Standing on the couch looking durk and gassard
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| With a bottle but I barely even drink it
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| Most of my niggas did it all from the pink…
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| White girl, or the green shit, I’m in the club with a bunch of delinquents
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| My regime thick, all of us straight chrome
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| But we came to celebrate for the niggas who just came home
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| All day I’ve been grinding, with so much on my mind and
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| So ain’t worry bout shining, I wouldn’t even wait in the line and
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| I’m glad I made to the club, I almost didn’t make it
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, police tryna take me
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, I ain’t trippin on anything
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| I’m glad I made it to the club, fresh off probation
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| I’m glad I made it to the club |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made It To Tha Club, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Album song I Found My Backpack 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп