| That boy-that's a bad mother
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| Gangsta shit, nigga
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| Move out-move out of his way
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| Dayzel, let 'em out
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| That’s thirty G
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| Uh, back on the block, loaded Glock in the bushes (Uh)
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| Couple workin' niggas but mostly be with them pushers
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| Niggas pullin' up askin' where the coke or kush is
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| Flower in her pussy take it out when she douches
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| Different breath on this track
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| Different gunner with me now, he shoot left with the MAC
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| Nothin' shiny when he clap, prefer that shit in black
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| I let the wolves eat the sheep, I just tell 'em where they at (Woof, woof)
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| Couple dollars and some real estate
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| Jealous niggas eat a dick 'cause I’m too real to hate
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| Me and my wife havin' lunch at the Garden State
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| Side bitch blowin' me up but she gon' have to wait
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| Everything I did, you know crime was in it
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| Rollie on my wrist but ain’t no diamonds in it
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| Fuck a bust down, I’m too grown for that
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| Lawyer pickin' up the phone, he like, «What now?»
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| Think I give a fuck what they say outside?
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| Nigga, it’s a reason that they stay outside
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| I be everywhere but move like I’m tryna hide
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| I be everywhere but move like I’m tryna hide
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| Nigga
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| This motherfucker, oh
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| Shit, can I borrow a dollar?
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| Come on, baby
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| My veins hurt, baby, I need more of that shit
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| I’m goin' back in, nigga
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| Shyeah
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| They say the early bird, he get the worm
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| Niggas fuckin' raw until they get the germ
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| Cipher 'til you realize you smokin' sherm
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| Lessons that these lil' niggas have to learn
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| Before the bookie, we was throwin' dice
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| Broke, we missed Christmas over Kwanzaa twice
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| Got some money then we back to Santa
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| Got some work and I’m back in Atlanta
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| I chop it up if I knew you a while
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| Besides that, I don’t give a fuck 'bout what numbers to dial
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| I shake hands when we meet, don’t expect me to smile
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| I get the bag and go home, I’m protectin' a child
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| I don’t care where you from
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| I put the sticks on these niggas like Questlove’s drum
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| Get in the Hellcat and floor it 'til the muffler hum
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| Used to hang out a lot but now that shit sound dumb (Ah)
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| Misery love company, still
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| We all eatin', couple thousand? |
| Just pass me the bill
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| Club promoter’s gettin' nervous, he asked me to chill
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| I told him stay outside with it, my niggas is real
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| Done
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| Any one of these niggas move, I got you, Louch
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| You go on ahead and enjoy yourself
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| You want me to wash your car while you in there?
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| Yeah, I’ll wash it
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| I know it’s rainin', nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| I got you
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| Yeah, so, I told this nigga look, man, this both our bitches
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| It ain’t just yours
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| Wait, hold on, my client is here
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| Hey, Sheek, what’s up, nigga?
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| Yeah, your car is ready to go, nigga
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| How was the club?
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| Yeah, come on, you gon' hold me down or what, baby?
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| Where all your bitches at?
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| You tryna tell me not one bitch is on your dick tonight?
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| Oh man, it’s okay, sometimes you gotta go home and rub one out
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| Yeah, it’s okay to be alone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fiend , by - Sheek Louch. Song from the album Beast Mode, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп