| BNYX
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| Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah
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| Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
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| These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like
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| That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
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| I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write
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| Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie
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| Send them hittas to your block and they gone drop a buck fifty
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| Fuck you mean, you ain’t heard of me
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| Bitch it’s Glizzy Glizzy
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| Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me
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| Now bitch show me your titties
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| Had to fast forward to a badder bitch
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| Stamps on my passport, places you ain’t never been
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| Check my watch, that’s a skeleton
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| Go ask the block, I’m a veteran
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| Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements
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| Girl, you irrelevant
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| I want the better friend
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| Anthony Davis in the paint, fly like a pelican
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| I drink my medicine
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| Yeah, I’m so elegant
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| Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
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| These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like
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| That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
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| I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write
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| Uh, oh, here I go
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| They tryna front like they ain’t know
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| Your favorite rapper, he a hoe
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| Yeah, I’m a trapper, that’s 'til I go
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| I’m with your bitch, yeah that’s my hoe
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| I’m sending hits, from up the road
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| I never told, won’t sell my soul
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| Nigga, is you with the shit, promise me you’ll never fold
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| Remember I went in his spot and brung a half a brick back
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| Then I had to click-clack cause niggas be on get back
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| We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset
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| A nigga had to get rack, I ain’t with the chit-chat
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| Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
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| These streets’ll take your life, yeah, that’s what we livin' like
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| That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
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| I had to cut her off because I wasn’t feelin' right
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| I promise, long as they print money I’ma be alright
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| And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
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| Yeah, I’m just talkin' all this G shit, I ain’t have to write |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live Up To the Hype , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Fully Loaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп