| I’m just tryna clear my mind and think better thoughts
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| I probably already said that, Lito, Lito
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| Act like I lost it or somethin'
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| I should’ve saw this shit comin'
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| Tell me what y’all would’ve done
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| Off wanted, was costin' me none
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| Still sell ounces off my phone, stack fifty thousand then I’m gone
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| And I been trappin' out it since my house is not a home
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| I might fuck your ho to sleep and stay up counting all alone
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| I give her 'bout a month, she gon' be talkin' 'bout I did her wrong
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| Can’t say I led you on when there wasn’t no feelings shown
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| I wanna fuck your friend (again), haha, fuck this shit we grown
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| It seem like most these niggas more concerned with looking like it
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| I send so many shots you think I had a liquor license
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| Expect to get indicted when you really livin' like this
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| And I know they feeling my shit, 'cause they be stealing my shit
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| Shit done got so silly man, I really might quit
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| But before I do let me get this million right quick
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| Riding 'round the Ville with a stick, feel like I’m still in '06
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| Rentals with the peel off tints
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| Listen, you really don’t know shit
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| Feel like I got a tat on this bitch, how my trigger finger itch
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| I done spent a rack on this bitch
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| I done seen how she act on that dick
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| Girl you nasty, imagine this, I’m back with the shit
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| Just break 'em down to four zips, and vacuum the shit
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| Black trash bags, we really having that shit
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| And we don’t give no passes to no passengers bitch
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| So far past 'em I don’t even remember passing a bitch
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| Got to pay me to pay attention, I ain’t patching up shit
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| Yeah I’m back with this shit, don’t give a fuck who you go get
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| I’m out here every day, I’m by my lonely, hood as it gets
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| Homie 'dem steppin' on shit, just put his foot on a brick
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| I had to get me some money too, I couldn’t resist
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| Grind Hard
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| I wonder how you watchin' me eat gon' fill up your stomach?
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| I ain’t even finish countin' it and I want some more money
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| Sorry, don’t know how to chill, but I got ice in my veins
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| Spend my days at the bank, and spend my nights at the range
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| How you figure fuckin' with me will be a good idea?
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| I got that toy on me and I’m flyer than Buzz Lightyear, yeah
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| There we go, drivin' hoes hysterical
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| My lil shawty’s body like the mama off Incredibles
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| Lookin' like a snack with a bag full of edibles
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| I’m not from this planet, I’m an extraterrestrial
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| And I still ball like the game ain’t fixed
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| I brought extra ammunition case my aim ain’t shit
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| Mama never got the hint
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| High school I was baggin', I was cooler than the fucking York Peppermint Patty
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| Now I’m black on black on black inside the devil’s favorite chalice
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| With a chick from out a pageant, 'bout to be her baby daddy
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| I’m the pappy, I’m the pappy, don’t he look just like his daddy?
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| I’m so good at making babies, I think that’s my hidden talent
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| Okay, okay, back to raking up the money just to stash it
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| Trapped a hundred pounds and it never left the plastic
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| My lil partner left for Cali and he came back with a package
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| That was 2012, he got seven years for trafficking
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| Just in case you thought this shit was cute, you’re insane
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| Out here tryna get some change 'til they have your ass in chains
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| Godspeed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SB4Life , by - Starlito. Song from the album Starlito's Way 4: GhettOut, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп