| It’s Nev on the beat, nigga
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| Young Jefe, holmes
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| Boss
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| I can feel somebody cryin' for me, like, «Oh, Lord» (Oh, Lord)
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| That nigga turned his back on you, yeah, that’s your dog (Nope)
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| My bitch, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
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| 'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
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| Lil' mama, she a dime, so I paid her student loan (God damn)
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| And my nigga love to talk, now I can’t even use phones (God damn, God damn)
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| I think these niggas lyin', that’s why I don’t do their songs (Yah)
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| Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
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| Can’t begin to relax (Yeah) a whole lot (A whole lot)
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| Brought her into my head, y’all, like a Tylenol
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| Got a little model broad (Uh), yeah, she know how to fuck
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| R-I-P my dawg (Uh), yeah, I miss all of y’all (God damn, God damn)
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| I just sent some bread to my nigga in the pen
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| When they ask the question, «Suck my dick» is what he said (Hahahaha)
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| On murder’s where I’ll stand on until I’m bloody red (Okay)
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| I’ll murder you on camera, holmes, no, I ain’t fuckin' scared (Uh)
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| Peanut butter jelly 'til I motherfuckin' lost it (Uh)
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| Nigga, you should see my mansion, look like a motherfuckin' apartment
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| Pull that God damn Maybach out (Yah), feel good that I ain’t stoppin' (Good)
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| Nigga, my Glock got a double, check it, we can get it poppin', nigga
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| I can feel somebody cryin' for me, like, «Oh, Lord» (Oh, Lord)
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| That nigga turned his back on you, yeah, that’s your dog (Nope)
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| My bitch, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
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| 'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
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| Lil' mama, she a dime, so I paid her student loan (God damn)
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| And my nigga love to talk, now I can’t even use phones (God damn, God damn)
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| I think these niggas lyin', that’s why I don’t do their songs (Yah)
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| Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
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| Hundred rounds in my TEC, got them choppers on the deck (B-r-r-r)
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| Got her movin' smart now, she different, I’m playin' chess (Gang)
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| Got that big boy Rolly, now I want the Patek ('Tek)
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| Got that money and power and a whole lot of 'guettes (Gang)
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| Fell out with two of my homies 'cause one a snake and one a rat
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| Damn, I thought I could trust you, but you lost all my respect (Fuck it)
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| Thought you was better than that, fuck it, I know what to expect (I know what
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| to expect)
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| It’s gon' be a murder, it’s gon' be a mess (B-r-r-r)
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| Pull up with them choppers, make it rain on your set (Murder, murder, murder)
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| I been gone all night, I barely even slept (I barely even slept)
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| Lil' bitch, that pussy dead, the fuck you thought you wasn’t gettin'?
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| (Thought you wasn’t gettin'?)
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| My mama know I thug and grandpa got me on them gats
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| A nigga play with three, the police know what’s comin' next
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| I done did my dirt, know niggas might want get back (Might want get back)
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| She from way out in the suburbs, have her in the projects
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| She say she worried 'bout me, I stay on point, I keep the gat (Murder, murder,
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| murder)
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| I can feel somebody cryin' for me, like, «Oh, Lord» (Oh, Lord)
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| That nigga turned his back on you, yeah, that’s your dog (Nope)
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| My bitch, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
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| 'Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
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| Lil' mama, she a dime, so I paid her student loan (God damn)
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| And my nigga love to talk, now I can’t even use phones (God damn, God damn)
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| I think these niggas lyin', that’s why I don’t do their songs (Yah)
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| Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Lord, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song Covered N Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп