| Yeah, whoo!
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| Fam, goon
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| Oh Twysted
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| Yeah, uh
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| Tell 'em I’ll never look back
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| Got the game in the book bag
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| Got the streets in a choke hold
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| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
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| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
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| We ain’t never goin' back broke
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| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go
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| You ain’t gotta tell 'em
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| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho
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| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control
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| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
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| Never switch up, never bitch up
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| Get the picture, I don’t miss her
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| I don’t love her, I don’t want her
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| I don’t need her, I never did
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| Pockets bigger than an elephant
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| Got the F&N with a felony
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| Remember they ain’t wanna let him in
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| Now I’m better than
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| Percocet with the ten, yeah
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| Grab my bitch and go in, yeah
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| Ask her, can I fuck her friend, yeah
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| That lil pussy gettin' big, yeah
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| Drop the top then I burnt out
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| Fuckin' freak hoes got me turn’t out
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| In the parking lot fuck a parking spot
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| My shit cost a lot, yeah
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| My shit cost more than his, yeah
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| A young nigga with them M’s, wooh
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| Got more money than my peers
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| And they been workin' all the years
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| Tell 'em I’ll never look back
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| Got the game in the book bag
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| Got the streets in a choke hold
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| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
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| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
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| We ain’t never goin' back broke
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| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go
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| You ain’t gotta tell 'em
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| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho
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| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control
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| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
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| Never switch up, never bitch up
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| Get the picture, I don’t miss her
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| I don’t love her, I don’t want her
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| I don’t need her, I never did
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| Die got me stressed
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| Last nigga try me, he deceased
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| Two hundred thousand on the piece
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| So when I die, you can bury it with me
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| Rap niggas, don’t compare 'em to me
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| In the trap I was wearin' a key
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| Baby chopper, hundred rounds to the knees
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| Greyhound, a hundred pounds of the
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| Nigga, I was really stuck in the streets
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| Front line when it come to the beef
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| You the nigga be promotin' the piece
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| Hundred I can let of the leash
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| Ask Gucci, had him on my street
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| Hit Gucci, twenty thousand on sneak’s
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| , I’m the king of the east
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| You catchin' niggas still and bring 'em to me
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| Rolls Royce, no Wrangler Jeep
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| Balmains, no regular jeans
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| Actavis, no regular lean
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| He text you stay on this D
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| Private jet, lookin' out at the wings
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| Broke as fuck, I couldn’t afford me them wings
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| Now I’m ballin' up here in my team
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| Stay down, do you know what that mean?
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| It’s Philthy
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| Tell 'em I’ll never look back
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| Got the game in the book bag
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| Got the streets in a choke hold
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| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
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| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
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| We ain’t never goin' back broke
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| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go
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| You ain’t gotta tell 'em
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| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho
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| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control
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| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
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| Never switch up, never bitch up
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| Get the picture, I don’t miss her
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| I don’t love her, I don’t want her
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| I don’t need her, I never did
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| All my niggas want the same thing
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| treat the rap like the dope game
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| Tell her, Ralo, we like and
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| We ridin' in, got the frame
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| Still in the hood, we ain’t gon' change
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| Op shit, pray to her Lord when I aim
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| Pop shit, my nigga pull up, bang, bang
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| this ain’t no joke
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| Iced out my Cartier frame
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| Geeked, fucked that lil freak like my main
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| You better put some respect on my name
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| Lil bitch when you on it, you ain’t even change
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| You want the money, you can have the fame
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| Poppin' champagne with the bust down brain
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| Shoot that shit up like a game
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| Young nigga fresh like Novocain
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| I’m rich and fly like a on a plane
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| Fifty thousand I do is plan
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| Flippin and kicking it, it’s a coincidence
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| That my plug and my bitch is from Spain
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| She wanna fuck a real nigga, you lame
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| Pop a perc' I can’t even feel the pain
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| Got the mud, that lil dirty, the rain
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| Flex on a new 1017 chain
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| Tell 'em I’ll never look back
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| Got the game in the book bag
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| Got the streets in a choke hold
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| We gon' get them bricks by the boat load
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| Stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
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| We ain’t never goin' back broke
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| Nigga, fuck a friend where that pack go
|
| You ain’t gotta tell 'em
|
| We ain’t goin' back and forth about a ho
|
| All that hatin' shit, it’s out of control
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| Never talk to a ho 'bout the bro
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| Never switch up, never bitch up
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| Get the picture, I don’t miss her
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| I don’t love her, I don’t want her
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| I don’t need her, I never did |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Down, artist - Ralo. Album song Diary of the Streets 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп