| Your bitch is textin' me
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| Cardo got wings
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| Let me put my phone on silent
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| You know we came so far and accomplished so much, to turn back right now
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| Let me light this Backwood
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| I done lost niggas, I done lost money and got it back
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| This shit too easy
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| Bitch I’m from Vallejo, everywhere I go, I yell it
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| Got at the barbeque, he bust some watermelons
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| Set the charge for my dogs, nigga I am not tellin'
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| Throw that hellin', be a felon 'fore I snitch and go to heaven
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| Exactly in the VP, you could check the scenery
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| A murder here, a murder there and don’t nobody ever see
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| I see up now, gorillas with them big trees
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| Countin' up them chimps, 30 dick, more than Stimpy
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| Bustin' down the woods, I’m a steamroller
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| , on my lap I got a leafblower
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| Real boy, no rap facts in my street for ya
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| My shooter twelve with a gauge, he a small soldier
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| Vallejo nigga, got shit to knock a car over
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| It’s one on top, and the Glock like a lil gopher
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| Backwoods fuckin' up my lungs but I’m never sober
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| We was off track, but I brought it right back
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| I’m
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| I’m breathin' for my love, ones that can’t breathe
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| For my shooters hold me down, that’s forever
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| We in the field, playin' for the Devil’s team
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| But that hitter kicks down, too heavenly
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| I’m breathin' for my love, ones that can’t breathe
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| For my shooters hold me down, that’s forever
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| We in the field, playin' for the Devil’s team
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| But that hitter kicks down, too heavenly
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| Ain’t no tellin' how my life’ll be
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| If I ain’t grew up in the slums, that’s aight with me
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| 'Cause I’m the same nigga, big 'Stein to me
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| Chief with the Feds, nigga fire the tree
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| You won’t meet another human higher than me
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| She was dealin' with a bum nigga, proud of me
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| Bad gang goin' ridiculous
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| You ain’t talkin' chicken and I’m keepin' my diss, straight up
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| All accept and outta the system
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| Bend over and call Blood, 'em niggas is bitches
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| I parole from the cell with a killer
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| He ain’t have it all, you can tell he a killer
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| Muh’fuckin' dork if you tell on the killer
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| Lifestyle mania, it’s whatever, my nigga
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| Fuckin' with them suckers, you was never my nigga
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| Rest in peace Diamonds, on forever, my nigga
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| I’m breathin' for my love, ones that can’t breathe
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| For my shooters hold me down, that’s forever
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| We in the field, playin' for the Devil’s team
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| But that hitter kicks down, too heavenly
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| I’m breathin' for my love, ones that can’t breathe
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| For my shooters hold me down, that’s forever
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| We in the field, playin' for the Devil’s team
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| But that hitter kicks down, too heavenly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devil's Team , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album Neffy Got Wings, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп