| Told her that I love her, I’m a j-cat
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| When this blood shed, nigga, you can’t take back (Hit your mans)
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| Tryna slide on a sucker, where that Drac' at?
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| Crest nigga, real cut throat
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| Niggas dissing but they unknown
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| Tryna find a thick bitch to fuck on
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| Big forty, deuce-deuce, we don’t bust those (Nigga)
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| You can find me where them thugs be
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| Bitch broke, you can’t fuck me (Can't fuck me)
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| MC Hammer, you can’t touch me (Can't touch me)
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| We want funk, nigga, fuck peace, nigga
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga)
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga)
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| Bitch, I done spent over 50 just to stay high
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| Bitch, all my niggas pits, not no canines
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| I don’t give a fuck about the bitch if she ain’t mine
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| Heard you niggas was hatin' through the grapevine
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| Bitch, if we made a hundred albums, still ain’t break time
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| Let the gang on your song, we gon' take shine
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| Bitch, this a Glock 20. not no tre five
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| And you can put your trust in me 'cause I hate lying
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| I just popped another Perc to keep my body numb
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| AR hanging off my neck, this ain’t no Tommy gun
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| KelTec with the build like a shotty pump
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| You niggas was a hundred deep, lil' bro was Hi-Techs
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| Never answer when I call, delete 'em out my contacts
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| Damn, this P-Lo bass serious as bomb threats
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| How I run through so much and I ain’t sign a contract?
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| Yeah, that shit sound good, but y’all talking non facts
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| Naw that ain’t this, nigga this is not that
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| Not a dollar in they pocket, but these niggas got strap?
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| Don’t know where you lips been, nigga, we cannot match
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| All my niggas play their roles and I’m the fucking top hat (Bitch)
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga)
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga)
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| Nigga, I could take your bitch in my bad clothes
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| And nigga if I wasn’t cuffed, I’d have mad hoes
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| And you can get your ass shot for tryna act bold
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| And all these chops got extensions with some add-ons
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| Who the fuck these niggas think they is? |
| Ain’t got no bands
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| Bitch, and it’s Strictly Only Brothers, ain’t got no friends
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| Bitch, and I never been that nigga that’ll hold hands
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| Bitch, you could get your ass stripped, you and broham
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| And I’d still be that nigga if I wasn’t famous
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| Don’t give a fuck about your nigga or no reputation
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| We all bleed, nigga, jump and meet your expiration
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| And I be smoking Berner packs, so I be hella faded
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| And if he go against the grain, that’s a dead man
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| I’ma grow, and up a bag, long as my legs can
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| Nigga I ain’t switching on the gang on my dead mans
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| And if you slide down this block, that’s a dead end
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga)
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| Bet these hundreds make her dance (Make her dance)
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| New key Glock, it ain’t gon' jam (Ain't gon' jam)
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| Bullets hit you and your mans (And your mans)
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| Broke nigga, where your bands? |
| (Broke nigga) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Her Dance , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album Strictly Only Brothers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп