| Yeah, like
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| I’d be lying if I told y’all I ain’t have feelings no more
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| You know what I’m sayin', I feel all this shit nigga, yeah
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| Got some skeletons in my closet, I’m afraid to bring 'em out
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| Got some secrets I can’t tell you, they on my mind, I think about it
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| I told my mama no more cryin', your oldest son gon' make you proud
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| She said son go get that money, don’t let them leeching niggas around you
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| You need someone to have your back
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| You need someone to have your back
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| When it all get bad, need someone to have your back
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| Might stuff my problems in this blunt
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| Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
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| I’m at Magic on a Monday, I’m just minding my business
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| Get somethin' to eat from the kitchen, I ain’t got time for no bitches
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| It didn’t take long to get up here 'cause I was flyin' in a Bentley
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| DJ played all my new shit, I had to slide him a fifty
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| Shit ain’t how it used to be, feel like I’m growin' too fast
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| Bought everything I ever wanted 'cause I was broke in the past
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| Watchin' the dope boys run it up, they gave me hope in the past
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| They put them cuffs around my ankles and throwed my folks in that van
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| Everything I quote, they be sayin'
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| I can’t joke when they playin'
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| After she sucked me, heard you fucked her
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| Yeah that ho went out bad
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| We gon' turn that dope into cash
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| We gon' get that money, I promise
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| We ain’t worried 'bout none of you busters
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| Rich Homie baby
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| Got some skeletons in my closet, I’m afraid to bring 'em out
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| Got some secrets I can’t tell you, they on my mind, I think about it
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| I told my mama no more cryin', your oldest son gon' make you proud
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| She said son go get that money, don’t let them leeching niggas around you
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| You need someone to have your back
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| You need someone to have your back
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| When it all get bad, need someone to have your back
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| Might stuff my problems in this blunt
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| Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
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| I got some skeletons up in my closet, don’t like to talk about it
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| 'Cause never know, never know (Yah), might get stalked about it
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| I put a seven in the blunt, I’m lit off Cali shit
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| I put a seven in the cup, this is Actavis
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| I drive a Rolls, I got so many hoes
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| I got so many Rolexes cold, I’m smilin', throwin' fours
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| Baby mama drama, damn, they tryna torture who I am
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| Skeletons up in my closets, only one, no instant
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| I need someone to have a nigga back like that
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| So I be with them cats that I knew before the rap
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| They gon' protect me like Obama, man they got a nigga back
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| They keep on askin' me bout murders, keep on askin' me bout murders
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| Got some skeletons in my closet, I’m afraid to bring 'em out
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| Got some secrets I can’t tell you, they on my mind, I think about it
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| I told my mama no more cryin', your oldest son gon' make you proud
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| She said son go get that money, don’t let them leeching niggas around you
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| You need someone to have your back
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| You need someone to have your back
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| When it all get bad, need someone to have your back
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| Might stuff my problems in this blunt
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| Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
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| You got my back, I got your front nigga
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| The pain you feel today will be your strength tomorrow nigga
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| Hold your head nigga
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| We all go through it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skeletons , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album The Gif, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп