| I’m goin' out a real nigga
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| Bread winner business
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| Shoutout to Baltimore
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| My H come out of Maryland, see
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| Bitch I’m from Maryland
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| Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati
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| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody
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| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
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| Excuse me bae I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord
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| I swear I’m out my body lord
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| Look, please don’t talk inside the car
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| This depression get the best of me
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| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow
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| Rest in peace to Lil Amp — bout it
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| Boy throwin' 4's in the south
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| Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold’s in the mouth
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| Momma told me never hit a women but i bat hoes in the mouth
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| Make the trap roll in a drought
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| Get the pack goin' on the route
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| Talkin' that money shit I’m too intelligent
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| Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket
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| When I’m in Cali you know I be thuggin'
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| I’ve been shot without a bad leg
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| Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin'
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| On Caress Ave eatin' crab legs
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| I’m goin' out a real nigga
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| Bread Winner business
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| Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati
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| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody
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| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
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| Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord
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| I swear I’m out my body lord
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| Look, please don’t talk inside the car
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| This depression get the best of me
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| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow
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| Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure
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| Man I don’t need no effort, make the coke measure, treat the hoe special,
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| baggin' coke rebellious
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| Take 'em to trial, no backin' down
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| The Luca comes out the day I’ma smile
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| All praise to Allah
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| The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds
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| Legal tender we tippin' on strippers that’s my way of giving back,
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| stay out my business
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| Walk like a general goin' organic, investin' in diamonds they made out of
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| minerals
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| I’m with my niggas Starlito I kill for you
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| My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews
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| My grandmother told me that someones gonna love me the others gonna try to get
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| rid of you
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| They call me Jesus, I speak the truth
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| Got a panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati
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| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody
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| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
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| Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord
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| I swear I’m out my body lord
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| Look, please don’t talk inside the car
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| This depression get the best of me
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| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till Tomorrow , by - Pete Drake. Song from the album The Fabulous Steel Guitar Sound of Pete Drake, in the genre Кантри