| Look, I’m a business minded nigga, nigga
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| I can sell life and take it
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| But I’m just a «stay up out of jail» type
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| I’m the type to only let them see my tail lights
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| I’m the type to do my shopping through a mailbox
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| Poppa sent me a text and told me I’m heaven sent
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| I never became a doctor but made me some M and M’s
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| They tried to keep me on the other side of the fence
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| And now my nigga’s living on the other side of the lens
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| We made it, and made it possible, bitch
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| Money long as a gospel song
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| It’s just the perfect answer when I don’t know what’s right or wrong
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| It’s either that or light a bong and write a song
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| It’s purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
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| I work the nights and days, where you think I got my stripes did from?
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| Purple rain, purple rain, keep the wipers on
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| When Zyne gave me a shot I promised me to keep my snipers on
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| (Bitch go!)
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| Let it go, let it go (I, I, I got it)
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| Let it go, let it go
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| Let it go
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| I got it
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| And now it’s bull’s eye bro-bro
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| I made my people proud to be a Ngcobo
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| You’ll understand this shit when you can get to fly solo
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| And crack your brain tryna figure out if you want the door suicide or normal
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| That’s suicide without a pill or rope
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| Dude I’m out here looking like I tripped and fell in gold
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| Dude my album sounding like it tripped and fell in gold
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| These women going platinum how they out here selling souls
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| These bitches going platinum how they out here selling pussy
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| I was a diamond in the rough and then the right hands took me
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| The right hands found me
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| Success is like a song on replay everyday
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| I like how that shit sounding (Man!)
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| Fuck it man I think that shit’s a smash
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| I jam to that shit until I pass out
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| Mom I’m happy that you let my daddy smash
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| You know that’s my nigga I wouldn’t never leave him ass-out
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| I got 20k in my pocket
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| That’s heavy enough to keep me grounded
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| I don’t let the money leave, no I always keep it grounded
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| That’s just music to my ears and I keep it at its loudest
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| Look how many girls can say they had the time of their life
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| When I turned somebody’s daughter into a wife for the night
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| It’s ironic cause I’m so not tryna get cuffed
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| But I’m here committing crimes
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| With the way I’m killing time with your life
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| Won’t you let the game changers do the fucking thing
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| I’m still going, won’t you fill me up another tank
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| Besides my niggas I don’t know another soul to thank
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| We do the victory dance all the way to the fucking bank
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s some winning shit
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| And you get to tell your grandchildren that you witnessed it Bad Hair |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vent, artist - Nasty C. Album song Bad Hair Extensions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп