| How can I explain this game?
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| Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name
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| Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk
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| The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real
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| I got the gun chill, cranberry’s and x pills
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| Smokin on the best of the best
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| When you see me you know i’m fresh
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| In the black lambo, I ain’t ridin there hoe
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| Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don’t give a fu**
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| Prince’s cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear
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| In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear
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| Listen hear, this fo all yall ni**az bitin' my flow
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| Wanna come up in the game, I can’t stand a mane actin like I don’t know
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| Yeah!!!, There’s been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my
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| motherfu**in offerin?
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| Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin
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| Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m
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| hittin
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| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year
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| man (well ah haaaa)
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| I been watchin these ni**az from a fog
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| My best friend left me with some dope in his car
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| So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd
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| I represent ni**az smokin dro', actin wild (ya feel me now?)
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| I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro
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| Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old…
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| Hop in the club with no I.D., no ni**a here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2,
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| 3 r e s p e c t
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| V.I.P, bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street
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| Tryin to find me a bi*** I can check
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| Probably be the bitch on the deck
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| Better yet, i’ma slap a bi*** ass ni**a, a fu** ass ni**a, ol bitin ass ni**a
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in
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| offerin?
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m
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| hittin
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| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year
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| man (well ah haaaa)
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in
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| offerin?
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin
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| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m
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| hittin
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| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year
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| man (well ah haaaa) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Lot Of Talking, artist - Pastor Troy. Album song Down South Hood Hustlin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп