| Daddy you, Daddy Houston
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| This is the hail mary, passion that I’m feeling
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| You don’t know what we talking about
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| Go to hell, this is God’s engineering
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| This is the hail mary, passion that I’m feeling
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| You don’t know what we talking about
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| Go to hell, this is God’s engineering
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| This is the hail mary, passion that I’m feeling
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| I see bitches and new dimensions I ain’t touched (I ain’t touched)
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| I seen it all, but still feel like I ain’t seen enough
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| Life’s tough but fuck it, I like a good fight
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| And if you think you’re stopping me, nigga goodnight
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| Not quite, I ain’t like none of you niggas
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| I grew up on Jigga, fuck jail
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| I’m chasing bigger, trying to find me a B
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| That can grind like me, and still fine as can be
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| Let’s go half on a B
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| Babies and the billions, stack paper to the ceiling
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| Still got a long way to go, so fuck chilling (fuck chilling)
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| I’m chasing down my ten year plan
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| These people say I’m the man, but fuck them
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| I’m still hustling
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level
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| Been out the hood for 20 years, but your OG’s know me
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| (They know me)
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| Been on that same block you’re standing on
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| Dreaming of roadies
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| Bad bitches and fancy cars, it was all a dream
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| And it still feels like a dream
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| I’m living like a king
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| Addicted to bling bling
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| It’s my only awards
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| Not a party of the Grammy family, my trophy’s in the garage
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| Speak slang, outta towners can’t understand a thing
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| But fuck it, I’m already rich in the game, why change?
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| Fuck fame, I got enough haters speaking my name
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| I still get to switch lanes in them wide frames
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| Say my name watch bitches come like a Machiavelli
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| Been living that thug life but ain’t no tatt up on my belly
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level
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| To the next level yeah
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level
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| Niggas get jealous when you keep winning
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| But fuck it keep living
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| Ain’t shit wrong with a little spending
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| Been getting paid since the beginning
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| And everyday I stay hustling to make sure
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| That’s the same way it’s ending
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| Spending all my time on my grind, trying to build something
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| I ain’t living for nothing, I’ma keep hustling 'til
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| I leave a legacy that’s worth way more than gold
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| I put that on my soul, I’ma glow for sho'
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| So far from Hov, but still got so far to go
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| Remember school with no clothes?
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| Under stars in my robes
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| Picture this, now my dick in better hoes
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| When you keep it 1000, you can’t get exposed thugga
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level
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| Just made a mil, trying to make more
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| I done came a long way but got so far to go
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| Gotta guard dodging the devil
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| God first, hard work to the next level |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Level , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album The World Is Yours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп