| How do you say shut-up in japanesse
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| (Arata)
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| Navade
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| (Murs)
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| Navade, navade motherfuckers
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| Tracks like this
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| I wish that I could do it all over
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| But then again
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| You always make the better call
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| When you Sober Hung-over
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| Thinking what the fuck was gong on
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| The show went on late
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| And of course the sound
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| Didn’t sound shit
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| Like when we checked it at eight
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| But it was all great
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| Even though most rap crews
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| Would have beat the sound
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| Then ask later
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| We the types that would kick the monoters
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| Off stage Just cause fools be on faders
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| You know the type of night
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| When dont a damn thing go right
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| And every broad your talking to
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| Wanna be at the club on the same night
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| Man life be fuckin with a nigga
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| I sware
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| But askin why me
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| Would only draw my ass crazy
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| So I try not to go there
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| Fuck it just charge it to the game
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| Sick of niggas not trying to buy a tape
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| Sware they’re larger than the game
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| But nigga you ain’t no better
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| Wearin that tommy hill
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| Like it’s your Muthafuckin varsity letter
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| You ain’t earned it
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| Your momma bought it
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| Now you trying to floss it
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| But that can cost you your life
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| Oh thats right
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| You from the suburbs
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| Only in the hood for the night
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| What about them nights
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| You was on your way to the spot
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| Got lost
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| Put up in the lot
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| Found out the club was over (DAMN)
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| And to top it all off
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| Everybody in the car was still sober
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| Man that shit be addin up
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| Have you in the car ride home
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| Quiet
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| Mad as fuck
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| Oh what about them times
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| You took a bus to the spot
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| Got stuck looked up
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| And none of the homies
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| Was inside (DAMN)
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| So you shit out of luck
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| All them times
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| You were in the middle of the floor dancing
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| Then had to duck
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| Because some stupid muthafuckers
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| Decided it was time
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| To shoot the party up
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| Man ya’ll know whussup
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| With all them wack nights you’ve had
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| But remember it can always worse
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| When you think it’s all bad
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| Nights like this
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| Got me tryin to put my piss through brick walls
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| Wish I was that bitch
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| From out of this world
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| Put my fingers together
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| To make this shit pause
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| And freak things to go my way
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| For once
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| Were movin all individuals
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| Who front like them gold caps |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nites Like This , by - Murs. Song from the album F'Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп