| I’m coolin' with Cap, yeah
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| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| Turn that shit up, wuh-oh
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| Damn, bleed the block, ayy
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| Ayy, I’m tryna get my head in order, ayy
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| I fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, ayy
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| I like to do just what I wanna, ayy
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| Might put this dick up in your daughter then don’t pick up when she callin', ayy
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| I’m tryna get my mind together, ayy
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| Still rock designer any weather, man, I swear this shit will never, uh
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| No boy can slide with no Beretta, uh
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| We up a chopper, shoot your head up
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| Leave a pussy nigga wet up, uh
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| These niggas cap, I’m gettin' fed up
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| And I can peep that it’s a set-up
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| Shoot that pussy, tell him get up, ayy
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| Plus we only shootin' from the head up
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| My niggas shootin' shit for points, let’s show 'em action for the cheddar
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| Extensions for them choppers
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| Leave a pussy nigga dead right in front his mama
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| Pronounce a nigga gone right on the scene like ain’t no doctors
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| You ain’t with the murder, nigga, you ain’t took the trauma
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| No you can’t be robbin' if you ain’t gon' up the llama
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| Slidin' in your car, then we shootin' up your Honda
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| Shot him on my way to see my bitch, was rockin' Prada
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| Catch him while he chillin', we gon' cook him like some pasta
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| Tomato sauce leakin' out his head like lasagna
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| Niggas shot my whip up but them pussies wasn’t hittin' shit
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| Tried to dick him down but he ain’t there so we gon' spin again
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| We gon' have his homies wishin', prayin' he could live again
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| We gon' pull up to that nigga’s grave so we can spit on him
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| Ayy, I’m tryna get my head in order, ayy
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| I fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, ayy
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| I like to do just what I wanna, ayy
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| Might put this dick up in your daughter then don’t pick up when she callin', ayy
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| I’m tryna get my mind together, ayy
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| Still rock designer any weather, man, I swear this shit will never, uh
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| No boy can slide with no Beretta, uh
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| We up a chopper, shoot your head up
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| Leave a pussy nigga wet up, uh
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| These niggas cap, I’m gettin' fed up
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| And I can peep that it’s a set-up
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| Shoot that pussy, tell him get up, ayy
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| Plus we only shootin' from the head up
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| My niggas shootin' shit for points, let’s show 'em action for the cheddar
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| Same clique that’s full of monsters
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| Bitch, you shot my brother, it’s a must we shoot your mama
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| Yes we is so icy and we only here for drama
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| We wake up 'bout that cash and then we go to sleep with commas
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| SK beat that case and you know Jah gon' eat that time up
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| Jet back on them streets, you see him drippin' in designer
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| New bitch done gave me top because I told her I’ma sign her
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| Three days to kill an opp, let’s make a movie, Kevin Costner
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| Javon and G-Reek, we fill them caskets in your honor
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| Still don’t leave the house without my armor and my chopper
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| Promise I won’t miss, lil' bitch, I’m killin' like a mobster
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| Pull up to they block and we gon rinse 'em like a washer
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| Celebrate with drinkin' every time we kill an oppsters
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| Ayy, I’m tryna get my head in order, ayy
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| I fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, fuck a bitch from 'cross the water, ayy
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| I like to do just what I wanna, ayy
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| Might put this dick up in your daughter then don’t pick up when she callin', ayy
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| I’m tryna get my mind together, ayy
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| Still rock designer any weather, man, I swear this shit will never, uh
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| No boy can slide with no Beretta, uh
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| We up a chopper, shoot your head up
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| Leave a pussy nigga wet up, uh
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| These niggas cap, I’m gettin' fed up
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| And I can peep that it’s a set-up
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| Shoot that pussy, tell him get up, ayy
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| Plus we only shootin' from the head up
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| My niggas shootin' shit for points, let’s show 'em action for the cheddar |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fed Up , by - Retch. Song from the album Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп