| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
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| Hendrix goin' brazy, for real, uh
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| Huh, huh, yeah, I done gave all my affection
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| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression
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| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh
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| Let you take my heart up on a test-
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| Ayy, tried to give you all my affection, yeah
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| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression
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| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh
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| Let you take my heart up on a test drive, yeah
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| I’ma pull up 'Rari, not no Tesla, huh
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| Be on Xannies but it’s hard to forget you
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| Sick of pussy niggas talkin' like they tough guys
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| Then why you never slide when your friends die? |
| Huh, yeah
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| I’ma sip the drink, sittin' courtside, huh, yeah
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| Spent a lot of money payin' court fines, huh, yeah
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| Flight to Puerto Rico, yeah, that’s more vibes, hey
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| Can’t believe they really think the score tied, hey
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| I rock all designer shit for fun now
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| Niggas dyin' so it’s hard to put the gun down, huh, yeah
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| I was really trappin' after sundown
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| On the block where even locals never come down, huh
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| Fuck a broad, I done got my chips up, hey
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| I’ma put my moms in a Benz truck, yeah
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| I’ma let my son pick the whips out, hey
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| Grandma got a mansion and she dripped out, huh, damn
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| I could never argue with a bitch now, yeah
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| Treat you like a car, you get switched out, hey, yeah
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| Wock' in my creme soda, gotta piss now, hey
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| But I’m fuckin' lost, nigga took the script now, hey hey
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| Bitches from the TV on my dick now, hey hey
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| Can’t post up the same way on the strip now
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| But it’s same and it’s nothin' bring them sticks out
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| Couple hundred up, we’ll still bring the grips up
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| Ayy, tried to give you all my affection, yeah
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| Hi-Tech, yeah it solve my depression
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| Let my guard down, yeah, I let you get my best side, huh
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| Let you take my heart up on a test drive, yeah
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| I’ma pull up 'Rari, not no Tesla, huh
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| Be on Xannies but it’s hard to forget you
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| Sick of pussy niggas talkin' like they tough guys
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| Then why you never slide when your friends die? |
| Huh, yeah
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| I’ma sip the drink, sittin' courtside, huh, yeah
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| Spent a lot of money payin' court fines, huh, yeah
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| Flight to Puerto Rico, yeah, that’s more vibes, hey
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| Can’t believe they really think the score tied, hey
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| I rock all designer shit for fun now
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| Niggas dyin' so it’s hard to put the gun down, huh, yeah
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| I was really trappin' after sundown
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| On the block where even locals never come down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Affection , by - Retch. Song from the album Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп