| Flaming Lambo, Lambos come alive hoe
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| All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe
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| Cause we can see that through with our eyes closed
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| Oh you know better than to talk back
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| My whole squad up in the building, you don’t want that
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| We look for money like we need to scratch our palms bad
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| I wrote my wrongs and then they told me that my fonts bad
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| I tried to tell you keep it real or keep it moving
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| Went from aiming for the stars to shooting movies
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| And now I get to go back to my hood
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| To all the ones that used to laugh and be like
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| «Hey broke bitch, how you doin'?»
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| Still bullying, I used to be a nuisance
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| Yeah I think of that
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| And that movie scripture’s wack
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| I had to change, I couldn’t stick to that
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| So now it’s finger snapped and picture snapped
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| And now it’s pasta on a Tuesday night
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| I have to ask God if I’m moving right
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| Cause now I can’t go to church like I used to
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| I have to call a pastor on a Tuesday night
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| I only call pops like once a month
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| And send something home like twice a month
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| I passed out and forget about last night about 25 times a month
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| Pops seeing women all around his son
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| And he asked if I’ll be wifing one
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| It’ll happen when the time is right
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| But I don’t know when the right time will come
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| I’m having good times only
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| And sometimes good is not holy
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| I haven’t even touched the good book
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| And a nigga reads it like a cook book
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| Said the recipe to the foul enemies is found in the good book
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| When your soul is empty just turn to it
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| Have no doubt in the good book
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| I got real ones in my good books
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| Not a single page for errors
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| We always in and out the banks, cause they deserve our appearance
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| I’m breaking bread with my breadwinners
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| And man, two of 'em are parents
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| So that’s no room for errors
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| I hope their kids grow to hear us
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| Cause I swear to God
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| Flaming Lambo, Lambos come alive hoe
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| All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my squad (No)
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| All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe
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| Cause we can see that through with our eyes closed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Squad Goals, artist - Nasty C. Album song Bad Hair Extensions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп