| Ooh
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| I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag
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| Niggas think that they got next, I’m on that ass
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| Ooh, ayy
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| I be runnin' up that check, chasin' a bag (Chasin' that bag)
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| Niggas think that they got next, I’m on that ass (I'm on that ass)
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| Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
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| Big homie told me, «Woadie spun off 'fore you crash» ('Fore you crash)
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| «You livin' a little too fast»
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| Feds watchin',, and the feds got him
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| See, if he come home, it’s a damn problem
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| 'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you
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| You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
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| She a freak, she for everybody
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| She gon' freak for them red bottoms
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| Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| And woah-oh-oh, ayy
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| I can’t love her, she for everybody
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| It’s a shame what they do for them red bottoms
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| It’s the shame how they play, better headshot him
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| It’s a shame what they say when the feds pop up
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| It’s my damn problem, niggas get caught with them narcotics
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| I understand that you got the bands, but I ain’t see a man beat the fuckin'
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| feds since John Gotti
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| But I feel that something ain’t right
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| But I feel, fuck this shit, it’s life
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| And shawty out in the cold, a nigga since ice
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| So I feel you need me in your life
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| Niggas hidden rumors, ain’t that fuckin' stupid
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| Reachin' for my cuban, I’m gon' fuckin' shoot you
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| Runnin' up them bands for the future, here go thirty cash, but I fuckin' blew it
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| I been runnin' to it, runnin' through it like a athlete
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| Jump through your window like a track meet
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| I be prayin' to God they don’t snatch me
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| I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag (Chasin' that bag)
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| Niggas think that they got next, I’m on that ass (I'm on that ass)
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| Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash
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| Big homie told me, «Woadie spun off 'fore you crash» ('Fore you crash)
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| «You livin' a little too fast»
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| Feds watchin',, and the feds got him
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| See, if he come home, it’s a damn problem
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| 'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you
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| You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody
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| She a freak, she for everybody
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| She gon' freak for them red bottoms
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| Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy)
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| And woah-oh-oh, ayy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Saying , by - Rod Wave. Song from the album Rookie of the Year, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп