| I ain’t got no gas in the whip, no cash in my wallet
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| No one on my dick, no missed call from your bitch
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| What’s goin' on with me? |
| I used to be the man
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| Nobody’s pullin' up to my show no more
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| They sick and tired of the same old
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| But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho
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| Suicidal, you know how that thing go
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| I used to ride around and bang it in my four-door
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| Couldn’t step outside without somebody askin' me for photos
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| Now it seem like nobody know me
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| I haven’t heard a word from none my homies
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| My bitch left me, I’m lonely, somebody set me up
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| Tried to wet me up, bullets in the windshield of my Acura
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| Luckily, they wasn’t accurate, I wish they took my life
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| Twenty-one was fun but forty-one ain’t right
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| I hate my kids, hate my wife
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| What to do? |
| Where to go?
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| My SoundCloud don’t pay no more
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| I gotta get it on the low
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| I hope they don’t knock on my door
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| What to do? |
| Where to go?
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| My SoundCloud don’t pay no more
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| I hope they don’t knock on my door
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| Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch)
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| I been looking at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do
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| My dog died in the hallway (Damn)
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| I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh)
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| My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks
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| Haven’t even got my dick sucked
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| I’m runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh)
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| I’m gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (For them bucks, ayy)
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| I used to be a veteran, now I’m feelin' like a rookie
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| My bitch don’t give out the cookie, I’ma have to call a hooker
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| Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho
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| I’ve been savin' up my change for a rainy day
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| I should’ve listened to them things my mama had to say
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| I put myself in this predicament
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| My life is nothin', man, I wish that I could finish it
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| I’m workin' for a man that’s workin' for a man who’s workin' for a middleman
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| Get me out of here, sick of sheddin' tears
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| I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire
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| But now I’m strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers with a .44
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| Do I have to mention I’m desperate?
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| Might just pawn the Double S necklace
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| I can’t deal with all this pressure
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| What to do with all of these records?
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| Tryna rebuild an empire, can’t even put myself together (Yuh)
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| Yuh, yuh, the bills due and the walls got some mildew (Bitch)
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| I’ve been lookin' at this bottle, wonderin' what these pills do
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| My dog died in the hallway (Damn, ayy)
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| I been lookin' at the ceiling, cryin' all day (All day, yuh)
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| My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks, my bitch sucks
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| Haven’t even got my dick sucked
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| I’m runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck (Outta luck, yuh)
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| I’m gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for them bucks (Yuh)
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| Ayy, bitch
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| I hear you, I fucking hear you
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| I’ma kill you, I swear to God I’ma kill you, bitch
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| Fuck you, bitch, fuck you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 41 , by - Pouya. Song from the album Underground Underdog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп