| Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
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| Send him runnin' to the trap, don’t give a fuck if he ain’t hood
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| Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
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| That motherfucker keep goin' like the
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| Ooh, RJ
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| Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
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| Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
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| Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
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| Eastside nigga, ooh
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| RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin'
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| East Side nigga who never used to go to school
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| Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
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| Do some shit to them bitches, they like, «What that nigga do?»
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| Nigga said fuck me, you know it’s fuck that nigga too
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| Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
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| 380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
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| Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
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| Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
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| Watch tell me your first name, oh, you gon' need first aid
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| Trappin' since the first grade, servin' on my birthday
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| Livin' in the past, pussy nigga, fuck a throwback Thursday
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| I pull up on your fam, dump my mag in your birthplace
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| We gon' come back, hit her, huh, she know I’m that nigga
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| Pop a pill, cop a feel, chill, then drop me a nigga
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| Holyfield, I’m the real deal, knock out me a nigga
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| Hold that chopper like an iPhone, go take me a picture
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| I’ma crop out me a nigga
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| Okay, now hop out on them niggas
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| Pop out on them niggas
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| Or leave 'em with no brains, college dropout on them niggas
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| Skuba Steve a janitor, I got that mop out on them niggas
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| Got my sticks from overseas, these bitches slide, nigga hittin'
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| Fat plug style on 'em, you owe me attention, huh
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| Don’t want no attention, huh
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| He don’t shoot, I bench him, huh
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| Don’t hang with no bitches, huh
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| Baby, this the difference
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| Our stick don’t miss them niggas
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| Put a band on them hoes, Sada Baby kiss them bitches
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| Yes, I’m Gene Simmons with it, kill 18 niggas with it
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| You hate these niggas with me, can’t take these niggas with me
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| Yeah, you got them hoes, well we’ll come take them bitches from you
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| Don’t hate no nigga nothin' that don’t make me no money
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| Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
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| Send him runnin' to the trap, don’t give a fuck if he ain’t hood
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| Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
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| That motherfucker keep goin' like the lil' engine that could
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| I bet you wanna tell me somethin', but you can’t tell me nothin'
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| Bet you wanna sell me somethin', but you can’t sell me nothin'
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| Already told you Ski’s out the way with bricks of money
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| Wood bought another K, he feel like he gon' flip him somethin'
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| My lil' nigga got off his ass and got that bread
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| Still be on that bullshit, will put him on your head
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| Bought another Rockstar 'fit, I’m posin' for the feds
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| That Rouge 540 make them hoes wanna eat my dreads, ooh
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| Fifty shot nigga who never used to go to school
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| Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
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| Do some shit to them bitches, they like, «What that nigga do?»
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| Nigga said fuck me, you know it’s fuck that nigga too
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| Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
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| 380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
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| Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
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| Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LLYG Mista , by - Sada Baby. Song from the album Bartier Bounty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп