| Gimme hella reason
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| I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one
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| Gimme hella reason
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| I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one
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| Against everybody tryna be one
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| My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em
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| Hey it’s Philthy nigga, look
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| Everybody wanna be a gangsta till gangsta shit happen
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| But nigga, only gangsta shit you know is gangsta rappin'
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| Salute the old Berner, yeah Lil' D back
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| These rat niggas slippin' through loopholes and cracks
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| Rest in peace to the jack, I was mobbing on my rack
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| Did my time at Santa Rita, stayed silent, came back
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| Can’t reduce my name in their nigga paperwork
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| Left them suckers on the circus, they was playing with the turf
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| I’ve been stylin' since birth, trap in silence at the work
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| Putting milies on the skrt, fuck college it didn’t work
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| I said we ain’t done fucked with perks
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| Believe in God but don’t go to church
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| Angle monitor would’ve curved
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| Being the best could be a curse
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| Gimme hella reason
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| I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one
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| Against everybody tryna be one
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| My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em
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| Yeah, I be all night wishin' nigga was shit
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| Hatin' the cup of cereal that’s her share
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| And then fifty copper bullets, and I was there
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| A lot I love nigga 'cause he went stage
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| Bitch voice stands by me for the wood chips
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| Fifty K diamonds that’s the cook brick
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| Her riches, ballin' on on Babi Arnette
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| A plan on our downfall, we ain’t fallin yet
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| Laurel Hibachi’s on my lane and they all there
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| We taggin' up yo big toe when niggas talk way
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| True sum, my shoulders accepting all bends
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| Kick his ass well done, now it’s raw flesh
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| Gimme hella reason
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| I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one
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| Against everybody tryna be one
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| My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em
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| Rapsheet full of gun cases, twenty five, four hunnid
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| Before I see the judge I’m bailin' out with all money
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| Get my bitch from the line to come get me
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| That AMG kick skrrt when I’m floatin' through the city
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| Don’t ask why I do that, bitch I’m gangsta
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| In 30 South Central, where your own homies try to stink ya
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| Niggas made me a beast, from the honeyside East
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| Kick dope, guns spray y’all over my street
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| I’m just a ballin' ass, get a wass
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| Jheri curl back, left side, blue rag
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| Niggas get to politicin'
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| Get out my way I need a billion
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| Gimme a reason I got too many killas, it’s G
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| Gimme hella reason
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| I gotta shop the kids I gotta squeeze one
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| Against everybody tryna be one
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| My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reasons, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Neighborhood Supastar 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп