| Geraldo Live on the track
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| Yeah
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| Young Jefe holmes
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| GG
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| Forever
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| Oh-oh
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| Who is this? |
| This Geraldo
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| What you smokin'? |
| Oh, gelato
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| I got bitches and they model
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| Your bitch swallow, she need goggles
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| Goddamn, look at my pockets
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| Look like I just hit the lotto
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| Pull up valet, let 'em park it
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| Baby I can pay your car note
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| Yeah Yeezys, bad hills
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| I serve her problems, pain pills
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| I’m being real, girl I’m just trill
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| Now baby tell me how you feel
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| I got hitters and they kill
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| Know I still be in the field
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| Know I be with them gorillas
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| Tote banana clips for real
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| Got back up, I took a fall
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| Lil' nigga, my money tall
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| I’m that nigga in DC and bitch I ball like John Wall
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| Look at me, I’m livin' large
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| Remember them nights, was trappin' hard
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| Remember them nights I had to rob
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| Yeah remember them nights I used to starve
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| Remember that night I sat at jail
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| Then the feds came, ran in my house
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| Remember ain’t nobody believe in me
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| 'Til I showed 'em what I’m 'bout
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| Remember I used to pour that lean up 'til I fuckin' black out
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| This for lil' homie in the traphouse with them fuckin' racks out
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| I’m ballin' harder than water, I’m feelin' like Coach Carter
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| They say the life that I’m livin', I might not see tomorrow
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| I had to go out and get it 'cause I ain’t had no father
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| I know I gotta stay committed, that’s gon' take me farther
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| Y’all know this lean what I’m sippin', my PO think this vodka
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| Upgraded from a revolver, hollows fillin' my chopper
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| I’m tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor
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| I’m tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor
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| Chicago streets late night, tryna catch
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| Every time I boot up, I need a good batch
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| Don’t wanna hit, then slide in that cat
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| There can’t be peace 'cause you know it’s that
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| You ain’t in the streets and I notice that
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| She left my side when I was under arrest
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| You left my side when I was under stress
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| You turned your back so I know you ain’t shit
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| How you gon' lie and go along with the bitch?
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| Promise he red but I know he a crip
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| Come to my crib, you can’t come with a bitch
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| Draco shells, it come with a kick
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| We know you told and that lil' shit stick
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| You the one know I had a gun in the whip
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| You the one know I had a gun on my hip
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| I slept on floors
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| Shootouts where I’m from, when I grew up I couldn’t ignore it
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| Some nights I was gettin' too mad at myself 'cause I couldn’t record
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| And I couldn’t make it to your funeral, I sent my regards
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| Hangin' out the roof with my two fingers, fuck the law (Fuck 'em)
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| I’m ballin' harder than water, I’m feelin' like Coach Carter
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| They say the life that I’m livin', I might not see tomorrow
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| I had to go out and get it 'cause I ain’t had no father
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| I know I gotta stay committed, that’s gon' take me farther
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| Y’all know this lean what I’m sippin', my PO think this vodka
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| Upgraded from a revolver, hollows fillin' my chopper
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| I’m tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor
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| I’m tryna face all my problems, I need to see a doctor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problems , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Fully Loaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп