| I come and go and chill as I please
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| 160 miles per hour on Greentrees
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| Really ain’t no reason to try and pretend these
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| Hoes ain’t down and willin' to bend knees
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| I ease
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| Up off of my gas to smash brakes
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| I’m gazin at a stout piece of ass at high stakes
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| To make it to the top of my game what will it take?
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| I gots to get some glue in my life, before I break
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| Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can’t
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| It’s time for G to toss up in the paint
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| Pimpin' ass real nigga
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| I squeeze big ass and big trigga
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| And leave hard weak ass niggas in big rivers
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| Who in the fuck got stuck you bucked and outta luck
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| Lookin to find trouble with me, now that’s enough
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| Muthafuckas
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| I torture yo ass and make you suffer
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| I’m spittin real shit you false niggas can smother cuz
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| I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes
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| T makes the beats that heats the whole streets
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| If you got the time
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| Fine I got the rhyme
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| Shine and Recline
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| Vibe and sip wine
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| I be the nigga who really don’t give a fuck man
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| Rough and tough I’m puttin strain on your weak game
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| Hard and real dammit I never knew another way
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| Rappin bout the shit that happens round a nigga everyday
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| Life is hard and hoes ain’t free, believe me
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| Ask them real G’s dying in the penetentiary
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| Old and cold, ain’t no love in the steel cage
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| It’s all about your freedom in this muthafuckin space age
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| Some got chosen, some choose and lose
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| Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose
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| I, be, PIMP NIGGA SUPREME!
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| Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream
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| Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix
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| Hated cuz I talk real shit bout a freak bitch
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| Peep this I don’t give a fuck about what
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| Somebody say they can die & suck a nigga nuts
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| Cornbread fed south women luva
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| Money-makin black fat muthafucka
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| Can’t no other duplicate mine
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| It’s all fine while we shine and recline
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| I’m pimpin hoes till they mind gone
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| My rhymes on now where my money bitch?
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| How many suckas you trickin and who you runnin with?
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| Some stunnin shit you layin down with plain fools
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| Her nigga wanna send alumni back from school
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| Who you rule?
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| Not shit but yo mouth I brings proper shit to the ring
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| But shit you wear straight stops muthafuckas
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| Lookin for reason to start trouble
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| You come with that shit 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble
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| Like a teardrop
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| I can’t feel the pain, just my ears pop
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| The bullet just an inch from your brain
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| Live and he’ll stop
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| You talkin cash shit but you writin' them rubber checks
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| And still don’t know the way to commit with a brotha yet
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| God Damn!
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| Is this shit ham or is it Spam
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| I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed
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| In the blender a million degrees
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| Deep in December
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| The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shine And Recline , by - MJG. Song from the album No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп