| Had to go and do some… shit
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| [Verse 1: Burna Bandz &
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| Pressa
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| Uh, had to go and do some dirt (Do some dirt)
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| Had to get it out the dirt (Straight out the mud)
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| Hope for the best, prepare for worst
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| You know the family come first (Family first)
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| I need that bag, even if it hurts (Even if it hurts)
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| It’s drama time, it’s time to get to work
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| You know I’m ridin' passenger (Skrrt)
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| Jump up, put a nigga in the hearse (Straight in the hearse)
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| Yellow tape, my wassas on the lurk
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| We makin' sales like the clerk
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| What you need, we got it over here (We got it here)
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| And I don’t want that shit if it ain’t rare
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| We in traffic, pulled up, got some killers in the Sprinter van (Shooters in the.
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| Fuckin' ho’s, they just be a fan of the gang
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| I’ve been on the road, I’ve been in and out the cities, yeah (Yeah)
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| I’m on the go, got a goal standin' in my path (Got a goal)
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| Snub nose .38, spinnin', blow away (Spend it all)
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| Get that bag and separate from the fuckin' fake (Separation)
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| They wanna see me shake, every move I make (Every move I make)
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| I’m in L.A. with Pressa, Tory, we pourin' Ace of Spades (Pourin' Ace of Spades)
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| Tryna stay focused like my nigga Herbo say (Like Herbo say)
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| Hocus Pocus, get him gone out the way (Get him out the way)
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| 30's loaded, shooters ain’t gon' hesitate (Ain't gon' hesitate)
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| I’m in motion, tryna flip all this weight (Flip all this weight)
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| Niggas jokin', they don’t mean a word they say (Not a word they say,
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| Press
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| They’re broke, man them niggas ain’t gettin' paid (
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| Yeah, racks
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| Every day I chase a play, I need that shit today (
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| Press
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| Tryna get it, gotta get it at the quickest rate (
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, money keep on comin' in differently
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| I got it in with Tom and his wife named Tiffany (Check)
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| I ain’t even breakin' down the enemy (My enemies, yeah)
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| I keep it on me out in Europe 'cause this gun made in Germany (Overseas)
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| Hollows in this 30, you ain’t makin' it through surgery (Surgery)
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| I be out in Van', might catch me out in Burnaby (Burnaby)
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| Pressa, I get hot when they try and hide respect for me
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| Ain’t no eliminatin' me, eliminate your enemies (Yeah)
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| Kush and alcohol in my system
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| Tell me what you live for
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| He came back, then why you make him live for?
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| Money make these niggas 'blivious to the fact that they could still lose their
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| life to streets, so (Goofy)
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| So this gun leave a print in my hipbone (Hipbone)
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| You know I got you on the drill, I’ll watch your head
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| cro
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| (My dawg)
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| I got the opps super scared on they tip-toes (Tip)
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| And my Wassa leave a nigga in the funeral (Who!)
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| And we so sav' (Sav'), I need a bag (Bag)
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| If the streets gettin' hot, we take a cab (Taxi)
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| I do a dance just for the cam (Huh)
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| But nothin' ain’t sweet behind the camera
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| And they gon' lie like the crooked pastor (Uh)
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| Broke bed casket with this ladder (Dirty)
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| Nothin' in this world that really matters (Yeah)
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| So Iima put mind over matter
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| 13, kept a lil' .38 (Ayy)
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| And we was in school when the opps gun was fake (Ayy)
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| And now I’m lookin' back, man, these niggas really waste (Waste)
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| Life, it ain’t no joke when you goin' to the grave (Yeah)
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| And talkin' to God, just hope he could hear me
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| Niggas, they bitch, ain’t nothin' bitch 'round here (Yeah)
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| And money make you go, but money make him 'pear
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| And money make him disappear, and then he reappear (Yeah, huh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Going Thru It , by - Pressa. Song from the album Prestige, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп