| FreshDuzIt
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| Hah, hah, hah
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| We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)
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| Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
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| Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
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| Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
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| Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
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| Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
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| Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
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| Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)
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| 20, ain’t made it college, but that boy got bodies, they charge him with third
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| degree
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| We got a problem in Houston, I’m strapped with a rocket, that boy will not
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| murder me
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| I’m fuckin' the doctor that serve the narcotics, see I’m on the lean and the
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| Percocet
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| Money, I eat it and shit it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact,
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| just burped a check
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| In the 'yo with BlocBoy and I’m with the NBA gang
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| Spinnin' on they block, boy, with two K’s, no NBA game, ayy
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| I do not fuck with no Nike or Jordan, I go do my shows in a Polo tee
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| I told 'em Fendi, Louis, and the Gucci, but you know I fuck with lil' Polo G
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| Down on my dick, I remember them days when the folks didn’t even much notice me
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| I flew to South Memphis to walk through the mall, now them folks like, «Can I take a photo, please?»
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| I was just thinkin' like back then was now
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| Ain’t no cap in my rap like the boy Backend Child
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| Like the spine in my back, no I’m not backing down
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| When Quando gon' drop? |
| heard they keep askin' 'round
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| Hey, I was just stuck in the slums with a drum and Glock-21, I ain’t talkin'
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| Savage
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| Pull up on my ex and I make her eat D, I know she hate that I’m far from average
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| We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)
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| Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
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| Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
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| Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
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| Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
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| Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
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| Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
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| Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)
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| And I might put a bag on your head
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| Call them killers up when we plot to a diss though
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| Lost some of my brothers so we want war forever, we ain’t lettin' that shit go
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| Yeah, Lil High 'nem got me
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| Told me, «Stay out of the streets, just keep makin' them hits, bro»
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| My shorties get violent
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| He gon' start torchin' shit when he hang out the window
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| And he ain’t shit but 16
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| But he don’t give a fuck, he just letting that bitch blow
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| Thirty shots from this Glock make a bitch nigga duck from this stick like he
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| doin' the limbo
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| Pop out with the drip, go cop me some Prada shoes and my sweater say Kenzo
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| Before I had Crystal I was rotating hoes, stuffin' cock in a nympho
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| Fuck her quick then I’m gone
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| I’m an important man, I can’t give her the dick slow
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| VV’s in this Rollie, lil' ho is fanned out 'cause she like how my wrist glow
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| Lil' bitch said I’m the hottest, and I just laughed at her 'cause it ain’t like
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| I didn’t know
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| And this shit wasn’t easy, nigga
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| I had to fight in them streets like I’m Kimbo
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| We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)
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| Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
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| Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
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| Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
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| Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
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| Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
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| Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
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| Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama)
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| I’m pullin' tracks like an engineer ('Neer)
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| Bitch, I’m in the hood, not no engine here (Word)
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| You face defeat like a pedicure ('Cure)
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| I’m getting green like it’s lettuce here
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| She hug me and want me to marry her
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| What do I look like, bitch? |
| I’m not a teddy bear (Teddy bear)
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| These niggas, they say that they killers
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| But when it’s wartime, they shootin' up in the air, ayy (That's on my mama)
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| Damn, can someone bring me the Backwood? |
| (Gas)
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| They way your bitch twerkin' and bendin' it over, I just wanna see if that ass
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| good (That ass)
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| I’m up in his building, that’s Savannah
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| I’m Grape but I roll with the neighborhood (Crip)
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| I’m smokin' loud pack, what is that?
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| This that shit that wake up the whole neighborhood (Crip, crip, crip, crip,
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| crip)
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| And if you think about robbin' me, bitch, you know that shit is a no-no (Huh?)
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| All this ice on me, bitch, I’m a snowglobe (Word)
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| Throwin' all of these bullets like Romo (Woah)
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| Kickin' doors, nigga, that is my motto
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| I don’t give a fuck, man, I do this shit solo (Solo)
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| On the C, man, these niggas are so broke (So broke)
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| I’m a G but I’m rockin' with Polo (Yeah)
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| We spin a wig, pull up with thirties and SIG’s (Word)
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| Duct tape, kidnap a young nigga kids (Huh?)
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| Smokin' OG while you smokin' on mid (Gas)
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| Fuck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (Fuck 'em)
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| Told that bitch I want head like a wig (She slurpin')
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| Where I’m from, we catch bodies and jig (Rrah)
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| Aim for the top like a lid (Huh?)
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| Got my whole trap jumpin' like Tig' (That's on my mama) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where I'm From , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп