| Yo, uh, high water pressure shower hit from all angles
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| My shorty stepping out in nothing but some gold bangles
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| Waiter asked me 'bout dessert, I told him, «No thank you»
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| I got a plate with that pack, I’m like Criss Angel
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| Wake up with your bitch, drink some OJ
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| I’m in Dolce when I pull up where your ho stay
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| That’s why these niggas riding dick like a dollar bus
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| When we was younger, man, it started out a lot of us
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| But life run it’s courses, nigga, wins and losses
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| I seen cells, I seen coffins, I want Benz and Porsches
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| Get 5 mil today, I’m going to get the Lambo truck
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| Get on that stage, every time I’m bigging Yambo up, uh
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| Rest in peace Fredo, shoutout Chief and Tadoe, uh
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| Ballout, that’s the homie, L’A though
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| On Blood Money, white tees where they hanging out
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| Ain’t leave the guns at the house though, we bring 'em out
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| I did some shit could get me sent that I can’t speak about
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| SLAP program, let my niggas spend a weekend out
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| Going to trial, that’s the toughest shit I ever did
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| Nigga pointing from the stand right in front my kid
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| Same nigga that I used to call my fucking brother
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| Couldn’t be closer if we had the same fucking mother
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| But life run it’s courses, nigga, wins and losses
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| Faced the opposition often, I ain’t never forfeit
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| Uh, no surrender, no retreat
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| Am I my brother’s keeper? |
| Yes indeed
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| Can’t no cheese come between us like Nino and G
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| Time’ll tell, we gon' see what it’s gon be, niggas gon' bleed
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| Dubs and losses, dubs and losses
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| Now the Lambo got 800 horses
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| Yeah, very clean
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| Yo, with the stub, rude awakening
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| Stick you for your jewels, dude, we taking 'em
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| Can’t move in the same space I’m in
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| Hop in the coupe, shake Jake and 'em
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| Check the shape I’m in
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| The breaks, we came for them, we had stake in them
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| Pistol whip the lame, push his facial in
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| And mix it 'caine to the ankle 'em
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| The wrist game had every angle lit
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| Bitch playing with a bangle, kid get mangled
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| Slid with your bitch, I finagled it
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| Don’t get your mango split, your Kangol won’t fit
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| And then I dip like I’m finger rolling it in
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| You already know what it is
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| Don’t stick your nose in my biz, you get whipped
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| Now go get a switch, I’m the same, I never switched
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| This game, I was heaven sent
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| Shit was hectic, I did my James Evan stint
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| But kept some change ever since, uh
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| These ain’t just records, I really check your chin
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| Motherfucker
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| Uh, no surrender, no retreat
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| Am I my brother’s keeper? |
| Yes indeed
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| Can’t no cheese come between us like Nino and G
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| Time’ll tell, we gon' see what it’s gon be, niggas gon' bleed
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| Dubs and losses, dubs and losses
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| Now the Lambo got 800 horses
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| Yeah, very clean |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dubs & Losses , by - Retch. Song from the album After the Verdict, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп