| I’m the type to catch the fade, you tuck your tail and run
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| I popped up at your brother' job, he ain’t know where you was
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| And I ain’t come to talk about no fuckin' one on ones
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| Catch him lackin', stand off, do him dirty
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| Sun was peekin' through the clouds, it was still hella early
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| This niggas scared of The Chang, a lil' bird told me
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| And I don’t know if you got some, but fuck your dead homie (Fuck 'em)
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| Lil' petty thief, bitch, you ain’t no real robber (Bitch)
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| 25, ain’t got no whip, I’ma fasholy spot you
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| Half of the game I obtained was from the 40 Water
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| Bitch, it’s on sight, you gon' meet Nina, that’s my
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| I heard he had a vest (What?) Beat that vest up
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| Hit everything from the neck up
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| Head-shot, red-dot, that’s a dead opp
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| I ain’t gon' be happy till this pussy nigga laid out
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| I heard he had a vest (What?) Beat that vest up
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| Hit everything from the neck up
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| Head-shot, red-dot, that’s a dead opp
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| I ain’t gon' be happy till this pussy nigga laid out
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| We got a chop, we got hella, plus three more Glocks
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| Gun-slinger, SS, Cowboy Beebop
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| I beat her box, sittin' at his grandma’s spot
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| I’ma 86 these shells if they loiter, or not
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| Ugh, catch me pissing on my hands 'cause I did him dirty (Dirty)
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| It’s still early, hit-stick him like Todd Gurley
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| I ain’t pushin' off no fades, out the shop early
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| Hit his dirty ass dreads and made his hair curly
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| I heard he had a vest (What?) Beat that vest up
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| If he ain’t want the problem, glizzy ate him from the leg, up
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| Who said what? |
| Spittin' out these shells like they fed up
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| He said he comin' with it, we wasn’t talkin' when we met up
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| Bet this .40 ridiculous, how the fuck is you stickin' us?
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| If you bleed like I bleed, why these hoes ain’t pimpin' us?
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| Keep it G, stripped him to his drawers, threw his keys
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| Catch him pickin' up some weed, he gon' be pickin' up from me
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| I heard he had a vest (What?) Beat that vest up
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| Hit everything from the neck up
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| Head-shot, red-dot, that’s a dead opp
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| I ain’t gon' be happy till this pussy nigga laid out
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| I heard he had a vest (What?) Beat that vest up
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| Hit everything from the neck up
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| Head-shot, red-dot, that’s a dead opp
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| I ain’t gon' be happy till this pussy nigga laid out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat That Vest Up , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album Mushrooms & Coloring Books, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп