| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
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| They wasn’t ready
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| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
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| Five scores tell these fish tell me
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| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
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| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Cried money, they thought I was hungry
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| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
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| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
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| What you gon' tell me really?
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| All these rangles and cangles I’m on some player ish
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| In the streets hustle hard, want my mane no itch
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| War, ready to boil, ready nothin' to tangle with
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| Meddle with things, beautiful wife, work for that single kid
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| When it comes to mic fights I’m known to strangle shit
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| Don’t try and size me up, blind me up, no angles whip
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| No slip by, hold on life is vice rip
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| Run a tight ship aye, aye, aye captain
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| Sailor shades, clothes tailor made
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| Fly guy caption
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| This is life, this beyond my rappin'
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| This is joggin' for your drawl
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| Flappin' so much time for fashion
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| I’m cooler than most
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| I smoke to the roach, your joint passive
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| My past is the seed mac
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| And why my shawty slide pass him
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| She bat lashes, I cut up Kalila, sport my reefer
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| BCG medallion on my neck for the non-believers
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| Grows from the soil I’m that kind of creature
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| Used to write in empty rooms
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| Now I line the bleaches
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| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
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| They wasn’t ready
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| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
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| Five scores tell these fish tell me
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| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
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| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Cried money, they thought I was hungry
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| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
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| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
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| What you gon' tell me really?
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| In all honesty the flow Cali I’ve been annointed
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| The one shows and the kit gang like Neymar
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| Was low key, now I’m back on everybody’s radar
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| The ones asleep, I don’t pay y’all no mind
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| I still shine like the brightest lights, sauce divine
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| Intervention my suspension, got the Chevy’s sittin' high
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| Not to mention I be writin' with my angel on the side
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| Angel on the front of the car, 'luminate through the night
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| Sharp white smell so the haters pipe down
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| Been at it for a while
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere, you niggas so square
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| Guess you ain’t shaped up the last
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| Heavy investors supercedin' my past
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| Y’all still scrapin' for cash
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| Never been a slave to the dollar and I’m thankful for that
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| This music got me out of the trap so I’m thankful for rap
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| Faithful to the faithful addicts so I bass up on tracks
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| And cook up another classic then serve 'em a bash
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| These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
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| They wasn’t ready
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| Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
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| Five scores tell these fish tell me
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| Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
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| Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
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| Cried money, they thought I was hungry
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| They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
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| Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
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| What you gon' tell me really? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kevin Hart , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album New Wave / Another Level, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп