| Uh, uh
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| Yeah
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| Turn this shit the fuck up
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| Uh, yeah
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| Yo, y’all bitches sittin' over there, turn the fuck up
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| Ya didn’t hear me? |
| Turn my shit the fuck up
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| Walk right in the booth with the headphones on, nigga, uh
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| Who got ya?
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| These bars’ll knock ya cheek to the oppo-
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| Site side of ya face, collide with the bass, then its on, nigga
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| Fuck all that shit you been listenin' to (Fuck it)
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| I been nice since G Funk was comin' to see me in that visitin' room (Facts)
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| Look at all the shit that I give to you
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| And I expect nothin' in return
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| I’ll body you, fuck ya bitch, then nut inside ya urn (Pussy)
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| Nobody gave me nothin', homie, this is what I earn
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| Now I can wait my turn
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| Or I can fuck the whole industry with my words
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| Raw dog like Usher and let it burn (Burn, burn)
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| But I chose to take the art in my hands
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| 'Cause waitin' for a record deal was never part of the plan
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| Started writin' bars for the 'Gram
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| 'Cause in my mind I knew none of these rappers stood a chance to spar wit' ya
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| man
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| Fam, I ain’t get no advance
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| I ain’t get no money put inside my hands
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| I did it for the fans
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| I did it so you could understand
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| Now when you put me next to any rapper I’m way advanced
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| Who got ya?
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| Now I see my sons copying my blueprint
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| Boogie boardin' my wave, acting like I’m stupid
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| Well listen, Duke, I’m happy I could inspire you
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| Just know the day we go face-to-face I will retire you
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| Fire you, broken jaw wire you, expire you
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| Me die before you? |
| You liar, you
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| Who got ya?
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| You know I got more for sure (For sure)
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| I’m in ya hood dolo, movin' merch door-to-door (Ding)
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| House-to-house, floor-to-floor
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| Made a hundred racks last year without a website or a store (Nigga)
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| All hustle, fat boy, all muscle (Yup)
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| Right hook’ll make ya jaw buckle (Bow)
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| It’ll only takes one fist four knuckles, you could get it
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| The key to life remain humble, stay consistent
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| I saw the light excite all the freaks
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| Sell in a day and drop new shit every week
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| I’m not these other rappers, I be doin' what I speak (Facts)
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| Sweatin' in the summer while you coolin' at the beach
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| These dudes think hustlin' is sendin' out a tweet (Nah, yo)
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| She wit' me givin' toppy while you DM her your meat (Ew)
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| Homie, you a creep, you a weirdo, you a freak (Yup)
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| Jumpin' crew-to-crew that just shows me that you’re weak (Homie)
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| I’m out here with the fans
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| Takin' pictures for the 'Gram in the streets
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| While you dying your dirty dreads with bleach (Fuck outta here)
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| I put my soul into these raps everyday I sacrifice
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| So you could have some real shit in ya life
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| Who Got Ya?
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| Yo, why does it sound like that?
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| Like what?
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| Grimy
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| 'Cause it’s supposed to, stupid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Got Ya , by - Nems. Song from the album Gorilla Monsoon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп