| His name is Jabari
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| Straight up outta the alley
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| Straight up outta the alley
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| Workin' for paper cuts
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| Money through Sunday, we at it
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| The money be giving me callus
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| High fashionist
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| Top ten, I’m talented
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| Up in the sky, I’m fly, goddamn it
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| Even my nice shit mannish
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| Hot nigga when I’m cold
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| So when it’s freezin', I can manage
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| When the heat on I don’t panic, nigga
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| Got them bitches in they panties
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| I like light skin baddies
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| They can’t stand me, I ain’t average
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| Can’t compare me to nobody
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| I really never really had it
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| This money got me up and at it
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| Long way from making pallets
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| On the floor, I’m from the floor
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| I’m tired of hopin', not havin'
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| A couple characters gon' fold on this
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| Yellow brick road
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| Just keep your soul, dog
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| Don’t lose total control
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| Just do you thing
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| Don’t let no one know
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| Nobody knows I counted some shit
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| Last night with blow
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| I don’t think nobody close
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| Keep that on the low
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| Just keep it 1-double-0
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| I don’t think nobody slow
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| But we got dough
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| But I don’t think nobody know
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| It took me a while to glow
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| Designer my shit to the floor
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| Kicking the most
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| They know I’m drippin', of course
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| They know I’m crippin' in court
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| Forgiato, bitch got bad body
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| Wrapped the Maserati
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| Look like I dipped in the fork
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| I put your bitch in Dior
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| Straight up outta the alley
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| Workin' for paper cuts
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| Money through Sunday, we at it
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| The money be giving me callus
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| High fashionist
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| Top ten, I’m talented
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| Up in the sky, I’m fly, goddamn it
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| Even my nice shit mannish
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| Fly nigga, heart cold
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| They gon' know it when I meet 'em
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| Never did what I was told
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| They gon' know that I don’t need 'em
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| I’m designin' my sneakers
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| Iced out my features
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| I spoil my mama
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| If I got it, she need it
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| My sister, her daughter
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| Lifestyle my people
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| I’ma got get a M
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| I’ma show 'em how it feels
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| I’ma show 'em what it is
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| I’ma show you how to give
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| MC Hammer, dog
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| You can’t touch this shit
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| Straight up outta the alley
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| Workin' for paper cuts
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| Money through Sunday, we at it
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| The money be giving me callus
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| High fashionist
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| Top ten, I’m talented
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| Up in the sky, I’m fly, goddamn it
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| Even my nice shit mannish |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talented , by - Skooly. Song from the album Nobody Likes Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп