| La da da da da
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| Ooh, oh, ooh
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| (MJG)
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| MJG with his hand on a black steel figure
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| Sent three tricks up to backwoods river
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| Give me, uh, the motherfucking chump wanna fight me
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| Kick the shit out ya ass quite nicely
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| Swangin' round the corner got my game tight, ready
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| Rollin' one deep in the SS Chevy
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| Hoes, in blow up clothes trying to get my full attention
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| But don’t say shit if ya don’t get mentioned
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| Drinkin' 80 proof gin, chiefin' green, sticky dope
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| Ya ass don’t smoke if ya ass don’t choke
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| I’m too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness
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| I freeze ya ass with the motherfucking quickness
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| It’s the grease that be straight out the street that I deliver
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| Shit so cold it make ya insides shiver
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| If a nigga twenty holding, twenty motherfucking minutes
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| I blow the strength out the bitch damn splitted
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| Hellafied, mackadocious blow the better of the hay
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| Ya gets no hit if ya ass don’t pay
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| Lay ya ass down jacker ain’t no money to be took
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| I shot the shit out the got damn crook
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| I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man
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| Just can’t stand that I’m a good damm man and I’m cool
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| I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man
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| Pimp all hoes and, uh take on niggas too
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| I’m a good damm man, I’m a good damm man
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| Just can’t stand that I’m a good damm man and I’m cool
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| Good damm man
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| Pimp tight nigga for real slash lavish
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| Don’t chase dreams if ya can’t count cabbage
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| And even if a woman gets dinner to give me some
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| It ain’t no bitch worth my whole income
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| Force dir ho, you ain’t no virgin have you heard
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| See hoes get broke tryin' to break past the word
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| Ain’t no ignorant motherfuckers residing in my zone
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| Cause most sad folks got they own damn home
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| It’s been too many times that I’ve been ganked and double-crossed
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| The game got grown and the game got tossed
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| Back in my ass, jabbing me fast, I had to shake
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| What I worked to make the side that wants to take
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| I get the notion that there’s a fire in the kitchen, feel the flames
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| The heat about to cook up ya whole damn thang
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| Get ya hand back reaching for mine, suicide
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| The fuck got slapped out, the nigga knew he died
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| It’s his own damn fault, you know that busta brought it on
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| Stay in a child’s place if ya ass ain’t grown
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| And you do not prostitute hoes that work for me
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| Collect my loot out the got damn streets
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| Right now you know the name is M-J-G
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| Knock trick punks off the block daily
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| I can say we was fucking you up, you was squealing
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| Put three caps in the sniper on the building
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| Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him
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| Now you don’t look so bad motherfuck him
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| I’m bout tired of bitch niggas and I’m tired of bitch hoes
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| But I guess that’s the way life goes
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| Cause it grows, cousin workin' on schemes, sale dreams
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| Don’t know shit about the hip-hop scene
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| Breakin' you clean, using ya ideas, what they doin'
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| Signed ya life on the line now ya ruined
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| I’m a realist and a leader not a follower
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| Break soft shit that the nation can’t swallow
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| Never can be stopped, new on the block poet
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| Read the fuck out the thread when you sew it
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| (Singing)
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| La da da da da
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| Good damm man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Damm Man , by - MJG. Song from the album No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп