| Gang related shit on your stupid ass
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| Check the scoreboard nigga, do the math
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| The homie put me on I was doing bad
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| I told him when I whip it I’ma flip it and shoot it back
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| You don’t know what to do with that I’m tooting and moving packs
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| Death before dishonor on my mama I’m true to that
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| We don’t fuck wit suckas, niggas know we ain’t bool wit that
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| It’s how automatic goes and when you see him just do him that
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| We still holdin this shit
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| Leave some holes in your whip
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| You niggas ain’t eatin there’s a hole in your lip
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| Let the feds find this load they prolly pose wit this shit
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| My pops money I’m lil money
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| Got a nose for this shit
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| Niggas ain’t kill shit
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| Nigga pipe down
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| Claiming shit you ain’t did, got him knocked down
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| Police search the school house, had to drop out
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| If you was in my shoes you probly cop out
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| Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out
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| Loud mouth, talking shit that you was really not bout
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| Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out
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| The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen got socked out
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| Bitch pay me, bitch pay me bring the guap out
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| Lane ain’t changing, wit an asian getting top down
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| Chain swangin, we misplace em and not found
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| It ain’t gravy, it’s the navy bring them chops out
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| Ridin wit that sewer rat
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| You gon' get your noodles whacked
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| Slithered through that motherfucker once and double U-y back
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| Selling dope over here, fuck around and lose your sack
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| I zee you niggas strapped up, fuck you finna do with that
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| Guala on the wood ten to four, never shoot a crap
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| And I’d give up everything I own to bring my shooter back
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| Me no pussy boy, you’ll die for assuming that
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| Gang war finna press play we resuming that
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| All them niggas bootsy, you a goofy for saluting that
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| You know the nigga told, you seen the paperwork and proof in that
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| Roll the windows up we got it cloudy we polluted that
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| Lotta lotta dope smoke and I’m sipping glue with that
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| A little measly ten thousand in a Gucci bag
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| She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag
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| She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag
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| Probably trynna line me up, fuck is all my shooters at |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Free Yatta, artist - Mozzy. Album song Fake Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп