| Ayy, ayy
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Shooters the gang, gang, gang
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| Load up the bang, bang, bang
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| Bang
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| Gang, gang
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| The gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way), gang, gang, gang, gang
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| Look, huh
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| Niggas like, «Sheff, you be movin' too hot»
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| «You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit»
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| 'Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock
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| I was itchin' to move on a lick
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| Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
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| But they see me in person, they all on my dick
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| I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
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| But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit, look
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| Push me to the limit
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| Let’s see who really tryna get it, okay
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| Push me to the limit
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| And let’s see who really, really with it
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
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| (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? |
| Look
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| He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
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| You get shot down if you play his songs
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| I keep a Glock round, I would let it off
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| This a diss track, this is not a song
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| I got 'em thinkin' it’s voodoo
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| I’m a Cane Corso, you poodle
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| I been in the field like manure
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| Can’t talk on my name 'cause I’ll prove it
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| I’m feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
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| You niggas my sons, I ain’t feel like abortin' again
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| Niggas can’t mention no money
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| I double the offer and you know it’s off with his head
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| Just pass me the chop, let me fold 'em
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| Me by myself, I’ll do it to you
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| Run up, get done up, on M8V3N, huh
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| Me by myself, I’ll give it to you
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| Them niggas like, «Sheff, you be movin' too hot»
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| «You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit»
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| 'Member days posted with thirties inside of the Glock
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| I was itchin' to move on a lick
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| Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
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| But they see me in person, they all on my dick
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| I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
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| But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit, look
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| Push me to the limit
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| Let’s see who really tryna get it, okay
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| Push me to the limit
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| Let’s see who really, really with it
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
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| (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
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| Don’t see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? |
| Look, look
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| Lyin' in they raps for the clout
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| Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
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| Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
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| Reason why my dick in they mouth
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| No, this ain’t dance music, nigga (I bust a bop, I don’t dance)
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| No, this ain’t chill music, nigga, huh (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
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| This for the streets, so fuck your say
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| Don’t care if this get no radio play, huh
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| Bang on any who play
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| My flow so sick, fuck any who hate, huh
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| Oh, you tryna bust māthās?
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| Shots spin him, that’s bachata
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| Stand over niggas and buh-blocka
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| The king? |
| No, I’m da massah, nigga
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| M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
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| Shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang, gang
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| (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
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| M8V3N, M8V3N gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
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| Shooter, shooter, that’s shooter gang, shooter gang, gang, gang,
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| gang (Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
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| Shooter gang, gang, gang
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| Bang, bang
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| Load up the bang, bang, bang, bang
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| Gang
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| Gang
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| (I need to hear that again) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Suburban, Pt. 2 , by - sheff g. Song from the album One and Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп