| Welcome to North Carolina, Eric. |
| G
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| You gotta turn the blue light on for this one, right, Yo
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| A is for aiming steel
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| B is for at your neck
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| C I am not missionary, just like that middle sex
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| Niggas know top of me, Like a razor, I’m too Gillete, sharp
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| Dear ain’t no saint, Tear these rappers apart, yo
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| A is for asinine, aiming arrows at all you niggas
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| B is you better get below ballin', I’m shootin no brick, and
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| C if I give a fuck if you like me, you know I don’t
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| That’s what d is for Dummy
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| E is for equals and evil joint
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| F is for fuck it
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| G is for all them real niggas I know, and
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| H is for all this heat I’ve been carrying up in this ho, and
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| I is for Iron, I’ve been pressing forward, you know
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| The J is for Jamla, yeah
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| And K is for killing em slow
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| L is for Lauryn, Latifah, Lyte, and the like that I know
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| M is for me and the microphone I’ve been melting the most, and
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| N is for nothing, no one, never, I’m fearin them no
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| O is for Optimus
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| P for Prime, transforming the roll of rappers you liking the most
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| My name moving higher it go
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| Q is for my brother, coming after me, trouble for sho
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| R is for reppin Raleigh, though Raleigh don’t run with us all
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| S for the state of the situation, ain’t stressin them, dog
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| T for the temper, they takin time to throw rocks at the throne
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| Porcelain
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| U for you know I’m shittin on all you go on
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| Vanish for v and vomit I’m sick of you children, I’m grown
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| W wait a minute, I’m winning, don’t worry, I won’t, waste a minute
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| X for the chromosomes, 2
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| Y3K, I ahead of the way, ha
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| Z Zero niggas here they needn’t reply
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| R. A. P., A B C’s, and the flow is too fly
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| A is for aiming steel
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| B is for at your neck
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| C I am not missionary, just like that middle sex
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| Niggas know top of me, Like a razor, I’m too Gillete, sharp
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| Dear ain’t no saint, Tear these rappers apart, yo
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| A is for aiming steel
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| B is for at your neck
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| C I am not missionary, just like that middle sex
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| Niggas know top of me, Like a razor, I’m too Gillete, sharp
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| Dear ain’t no saint, Tear these rappers apart, yo
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| You can blame me for a lot of wrongs that I’ve done here
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| Checking your phone wondering who has called here
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| And when you gone, I be wondering who you chilling with
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| Insecurities steam emotions from past relationships
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| Highly insecure when all ever you do fill me with
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| Compliments of how no one touching me on this continent
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| Guess I need to trust you more, fucking find me some confidence
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| So I be silent
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| Arguing or faking it, thinking its on some hating shit
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| Really I’m just passionate hoping you know you mean a bit
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| Lot to me, Lottery of all the a million picture number one, know I be tripping
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| but where its coming from
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| I did hard, told myself nothing like that you play smart
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| And what I do,
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| Oh heart! |
| Save me I’m guilty of being in love
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| I miss us
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| Guilty of doing things for attention
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| Social networks, I be wondering who you friending
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| Call your guy friends who drafting 'bout your interests
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| Checking his story, I’m making sure that the end is the same
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| And what you told me last night ain’t been changed
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| I’m guilty, of loving you dangerously I put you through this bullshit
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| I’m sorry, don’t wanna lose you like Harley lost Azea
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| I pray, forgive me my despair
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| What I have broken may we repair |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ABC Guilty, artist - Rapsody. Album song For Everything, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп