| Huh! |
| Fountain of youth
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| May our legacies live forever
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| Huh! |
| (M-M-Maybach Music)
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| All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
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| Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
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| Mac-11 in a Benz, how you like me now?
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| I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town
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| Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
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| Am I fucking your bitches? |
| Is it official?
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| My nigga did a dime, didn’t learn a thing from it
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| Came home in two weeks, got him a 600
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| Get a text from the boss: you know them bricks coming
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| Chicks at the beach house like they gon' miss something
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| From the trenches I rose, only loving the dough
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| From the Chevy to Rolls, now it’s fur on the floor
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| Smoke an ounce of the truth, that’s my fountain of youth
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| R.I.P. |
| to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you
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| Nipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it
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| Double MG burning out in Cali on it (Maybach Music)
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look
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| These rap books buried in gold
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| The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold
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| My life’s big like them cameras explode
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| And capture this rags to riches story that I unfold
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| The youth fountain for the few counting, made money but who’s counting?
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| It’s hard stunting living in subsidized housing
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| Every bag you bring though the door, dude’s counting
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| And every new girl you bring through, dude’s hounding
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| They want your youth so they watch your moves
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| From your pinky ring down to how you lace your shoes
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| Rope chains with the precious jewels
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| The dope game had impression rules
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| So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
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| Had the whole hood acting like goons
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| Tryna be the richest, tryna the be flyest
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| Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias
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| Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence!
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| (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look
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| Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first
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| Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul search
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| Run this money marathon til my soles hurt
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| But no materials could measure what my soul’s worth
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| I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice
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| Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce
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| Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
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| I made a promise, give me options and I cold turk'
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| Sick of sitting on the side while it’s game point
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| Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain’t had no voice
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| Crazy lady speaking tongues said it’s gon' work
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| Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokespers'
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| Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
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| Sacrilegious; |
| however, streets was my own church
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental
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| Stained glass window in the Benzo
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| Lost in the instrumental, keys got me sentimental, look |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fountain of Youth, artist - Stalley. Album song Know More (The Best of Stalley), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп