| Young Jefe holmes
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| Oh, GG for life
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| When I say that I mean that shit, you know
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| Yeah
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| I’m just a young nigga on his grind
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| I was on the block too, was selling dimes
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| Now I can’t give up, 30 this my time
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| She say love me, don’t believe her, think she lyin'
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| They don’t know what to do, there’s niggas dyin'
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| I’ma bring my whole crew so we can shine
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| Hangin' out the roof, I lost my mind
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| He think she can’t handle the truth so he keep lyin'
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| I don’t owe you no favors, you a leech
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| If you a hater then you can’t come in my reach
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| Oh you remember Lil Keesy from the streets
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| Remember Lil Keesy used to beat his feet
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| I always had swag but now I got a bag
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| She always been a cutie, now she got an ass
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| She asked me is this shit forever, told her make it last
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| Girl you know a real nigga won’t bring up your past
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| Can someone please tell me why these bitches feel so deeply?
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| If ain’t no one support me, had my grandma and Aunt DeeDee
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| Yeah I had my mother, had my brother, and I had GG
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| These niggas wanna be me so these niggas cannot see me, woah
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| I’m just a young nigga on his grind
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| I was on the block too, was selling dimes
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| Now I can’t give up, 30 this my time
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| She say love me, don’t believe her, think she lyin'
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| They don’t know what to do, there’s niggas dyin'
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| I’ma bring my whole crew so we can shine
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| Hangin' out the roof, I lost my mind
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| He think she can’t handle the truth so he keep lyin'
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| Walkin' through TSA, we smellin' like them pounds
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| But that’s okay 'cause bitch we just checked in them rounds
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| Same bitch that smile in your face give you a frown
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| I heard she got one on the way, it’s by a clown
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| She seen my neck and that lil pussy got wet
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| Let’s make a bet that that bitch give me some neck
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| Any disrespect, you know that shit gotta get checked
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| That’s fucked up how lil homie had to go out for the set
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| You dealin' with a savage, baby what you wanna do?
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| And this shit made me heartless, might not make no space for you
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| I’d be a whole lot richer if I ain’t spend so much on jewels
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| And you’d have time for a real nigga if you didn’t spend so much on fools
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| I’m just a young nigga on his grind
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| I was on the block too, was selling dimes
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| Now I can’t give up, 30 this my time
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| She say love me, don’t believe her, think she lyin'
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| They don’t know what to do, there’s niggas dyin'
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| I’ma bring my whole crew so we can shine
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| Hangin' out the roof, I lost my mind
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| He think she can’t handle the truth so he keep lyin'
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| Yeah, Young Jefe holmes
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| Oh-oh-oh, bang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handle The Truth , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Quiet Storm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп