| My baby mama mother asked her daughter what she see in me
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| Damn, I miss my granny, she the only one believed in me
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| Never pictured you leavin' me, wherever you are
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| I hope it’s frequent that you think of me, forever you are
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| The only one it’s hard to live without, eternally scarred
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| Got the news and lost control, yeah, I totaled my car
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| I always listened when you told m I should follow my heart
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| This where it lad me, broken pieces and they weighin' heavy
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| Is it a Heaven for the demons that’s in disbelief?
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| Statistically we beat the odds, how can you disagree?
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| Ain’t miss a beat, I’m on my job, I gotta feed the team
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| Emancipation proclamation, baby, free the team
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| He keep a yeek and he gon' squeeze, that’s why I keep him 'round
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| Gang of shooters on speed dial, we gon' speed around
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| Bet not let us catch you eatin' out, blicky beat you down
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| Ain’t no gettin' up from all these rounds, they gon' keep you down
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| Just to keep it down
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| We just some well known factors, occupational hazard
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| Hella slappers in the Saturn runnin' patterns where it matters
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| Tryna tag you with this blapper, nigga
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| Ayy, once you ratted, you a rat, you can’t retract it, nigga
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| That’s ass-backwards, I’m a gangster first and then a rapper
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| These cinnabuns gon' get me thundered if I’m ever captured
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| Ain’t no leakin', ain’t no loafin', we ain’t never lackin'
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| Said it ain’t no leakin', ain’t no loafin', we ain’t never lackin'
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| It’s sticks for days but more important, mama rent is paid
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| We beat up the interstate
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| Forty with the lemonade, we anybody killa gang
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| Shoot you 'fore you get a fade (Ayy), bitch, it always been that way (Ayy)
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| They respect a nigga reign and my youngest slid today
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| Hard for me to kick the pain (Ayy), walk inside the and clear the bank (Ayy)
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| Bang in peace to Marinade, this bangin' shit a serious game
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| I lost my dawg and I can’t help but feel like fuck the world
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| We got revenge, but I’m still mad, let ammunition twirl (Hunnid)
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| If I can see your face again, that shit’ll do me justice
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| Ain’t paid nobody for no M, that’s what they do for nothin'
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| You function with the sucka side, then you ain’t bool for nothin'
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| And you’ll get shot for anything if you don’t shoot for somethin' (Yo GG,
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| turn it up!)
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| We just some well known factors, occupational hazard
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| Hella slappers in the Saturn runnin' patterns where it matters
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| Tryna tag you with this blapper, nigga
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| Ayy, once you ratted, you a rat, you can’t retract it, nigga
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| That’s ass-backwards, I’m a gangster first and then a rapper
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| These cinnabuns gon' get me thundered if I’m ever captured
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| Ain’t no leakin', ain’t no loafin', we ain’t never lackin'
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| Said it ain’t no leakin', ain’t no loafin', we ain’t never lackin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Lackin , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Occupational Hazard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп