| Hmm, faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
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| I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war
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| I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
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| Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car
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| Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
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| Huh, I’ma spend that shit again because you can’t do it
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| Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I’m Ray Lewis
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| Carbine carbine, act retarded only get you dropped with it
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| Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that’s my shit
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| G at Gino, JJ mom a teacher, know I got this
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| Get to rappin' like I’m Drego, but this ain’t «Bloxk Party»
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| Talk to niggas with my Draco, it make his block party
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| I can’t rap beef, I won’t get my niggas locked up
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| Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up
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| Send me a personal, you ain’t fuckin' with the size up
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| Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up
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| Uh, big ten milli' pokin' out, I can’t hide it
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| I’m outside on Maxwell like, «Where the slide at?»
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| I know damn well they know better not to try that
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| Freak ho, baby, I hit your BM with a sidestep, hey
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| Ho nigga mad I’m fuckin' on his cousin
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| Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'
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| Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain’t gon' touch me
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| I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I’m back on ho shit
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| Heat check, nigga (Fah), keep that, nigga
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| I’m in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga
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| She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga
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| Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? |
| I know you can
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| Niggas in they feelings, wanted features and I hoed they ass
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| Hahahahaha, he want smoke, so I’m gon' load the mag
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| We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag
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| With they nosey ass, hahaha, hmm, ayy
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| Bitch, I’m Freaky Kuz with a K, I made my nina bust
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| I’m the leader of the Eastside Apes, don’t get your nieces fucked
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| High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up
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| I got lean to cover, roll my window down, I’m leaving blood, hahahahaha
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| Huh, bitch, I’m leaving blood
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| On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha
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| Mr. make the dog food walk on water
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| A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter, ayy, huh
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| Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
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| I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war
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| I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
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| Run up on police with Dolla, smacked
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| Naw, nigga, fuck that
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| We can’t hit your block once, bitch, we gotta bome back
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| Drums ain’t empty, bullets ain’t even hit your son yet
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| What? |
| How you think I know your bitch? |
| That might not be your son, jack
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| Ign’ant, been retarded, this ain’t nothin' new to niggas
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| I put icing on your ho’s lil' booty, toaster strudel with it
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| Spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon' do with it?
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| Stupid, I lined your ass up and got you noodle whipped
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| It’s up, it’s stuck, give no fucks, ain’t no passes, hmm
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| That fire melt a pussy nigga like he plastic, ayy
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| I’ll bust a brick in your baby tub, savage, nigga
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| And made a sandwich in your kitchen, I’m a classic nigga
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| I mean blassic, I’m Blood, I’m the red whoop
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| Talkin' out the side of your neck gon' get your head whooped
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| Got the wham on the whoopty, on God, I’ll blam
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| Knock a nigga off that nag with that mag, Jackson, Samuel, huh
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| Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
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| I ain’t even wanna go, been tryna start a war
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| I’m in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
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| Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2K20, artist - Sada Baby. Album song Skuba Sada 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп