| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
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| Damn
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| Aw, Tay Keith made this motherfucker?
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| I been waitin' on one of these for so fuckin' long
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| This is it right here
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
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| One shot to the head (Baow), may he rest in peace (Wow)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| One shot to the head (Baow), may he rest in peace (Wow)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| I just bucked for a deuce of red just to go to sleep (Just to get some sleep)
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| The trap on fire, hop back on my feet soon as my phone beep (Move as soon it
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| beep)
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| Jumped off that porch, fell in that water and that shit got deep (Water,
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| it got deep)
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| We hoppin' out them Jeeps and walk you down, bitch, you know how we creep
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| (Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd)
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| I’m on the phone with lil' Brazy, he screamin', «Slatt» (Slatt-slatt)
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| Niggas don’t play, we get 'em whacked, hundred some shots jump out of MACs,
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| ayy (Ayy)
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| Free all them killas, that’s on Max, them niggas never spoke on wax
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| Tell 'em free Hank, we need him back, we call him Mr. Double Back
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| We step on Saturdays up in the latest sneakers (In them Js)
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| We upped the score on everybody, ain’t no equal (No sir, no way)
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| And ain’t no runnin' when I pop out with the Cheetah (Blrrrd)
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| I heard you like to pray to God, well, I’ll help you meet him
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| (So I’ll help you meet him)
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| One shot to the head (Baow), may he rest in peace (Wow)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| One shot to the head (Baow), may he rest in peace (Wow)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P
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| (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| Started rappin', shit done changed up, but I ain’t made a dime
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| So the reason that I’m fresh because I’m fresh from off of slime (I'm fresh)
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| Ain’t no cappin', I just get up in the yo and speak my mind (No cappin')
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| Send my lil' nigga to do some work, he ask for overtime
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| M-O-N-E-Y, gon' chase that shit until the day I die
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| I can’t let up on 'em, but I can let 'em see that fire
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| It don’t matter how I get took out, just get up and go slide
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| Tell 'em free Luger and Quis, we need them on the other side (Grrt-grrt)
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| Ain’t no nigga give me shit, I had to get up and go take
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| Sold my last bowl the other day, I had to blow some cake
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| I just might fuck with the Gucci store 'cause they support the snakes
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| They was screamin' that it’s over when he got hit with them Dracs
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| One shot to the head (Ayy), may he rest in peace (Ayy, ayy)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink at?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| One shot to the head (Bow-bow), may he rest in peace (Wow-wow)
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| I’m the reason doctors hooked him up, I feel like Master P (Feel like Master P)
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| I just woke up out my dream 'cause I ain’t feel my drink with me
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| (Where the fuck my drink?)
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| Everybody with me slime, damn, yeah, I got snakes with me
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| (We got slime and we some snakes)
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| Thought he wasn’t gon' fold up on the gang, but he bent
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| And I’m gettin' head from these hoes
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| I know back then she wouldn’t have went, ayy (Know she wouldn’t have went)
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| You get more respect when all your bodies be intent (It gotta be intent)
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| And I’m really three and oh and I ain’t count the hits I sent, nigga
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| Blrrrd |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Master P , by - Pooh Shiesty. Song from the album Shiesty Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп