| You recording?
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| Lito
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| I wanna keep all that what I said, you recorded man
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, damn
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| Said he had plans to hit the league
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| Told him go get them bands overseas, just ball
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| Free my daddy
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| And shoutout to my mama 'cause comin' up we ain’t have it
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| Now I’m out on tour and sure enough she look happy
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| My life is really real and my raps just the re-enactment
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| She in a dream house, I put the lean down
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| Step Brothers 3 is out
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| Red Dot came home, I bought that Porsche soon as he got out
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| Wish that I could free all of my people so they can see me now
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| My president is peach, ayy pretty please impeach this clown
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| Free Roy, free Qui, free Gates (my niggas)
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| Seem like only yesterday I was gettin' that weed from the Bay
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| Stuffed a Build-A-Bear with P’s and shipped that weed to my bae
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| When she signed for it she smiled like it’s Valentine’s Day
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| Break 'em down to one-twelve, call it peaches and cream
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| Big money schemes been the thing, ever since he a was a teen
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| See my first hundreds G’s in a visa with scheme
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| Shots fired, I was last seen leavin' the scene, I’m gone
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| Lito, on my statute of limitations flow
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| Went from selling rocks to meeting with Roc Nation, woah
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| Took a lot of patience but I’m grateful though
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| Still don’t give a fuck 'bout being famous ho
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, goddamn
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| Nah ain’t no layin' up, ain’t no sleep, I’m tryna eat
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| If she don’t understand me I don’t need her
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| Show your right
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| I ain’t even hear these bitches, I’m Dolemite
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| Show the night
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| Hit twenty-sevens, that’s if you rollin' right
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| Bro these niggas hate on my soul, they know I’m the prototype
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| Come from copyin', snatching clothes, livin' the coldest sight
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| I don’t live the gopher life, go for what you know for life
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| Five and now I run it, made my favorite point that four for life
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| I throw up my four for life, Free Tre, they got lil bro for life
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| Four to a Benz, I copped that sight and got my soldier right
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| Too fake in the trenches, I’m pointing, I’m on the road tonight
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| Two plays on the bench with my forty, pull up on brodie tight
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| Stuffed the stash with hair-triggers, no clippers, get you more than right
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| Boy this life will have niggas jealous you thought was more than tight
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| I just pray at night my lil nigga stay in his daughter’s life
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| Smile when my son talking dreams 'cause he know it’s more to life
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| In my house I’m the coach and the quarterback
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| Wrapped the thirty last week, I’m in the made tryna shake forty bag
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, goddamn
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| Ain’t no layin' up, ain’t no sleep, I’m tryna eat
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| If she don’t understand me I don’t need her
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, goddamn
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| Ain’t no layin' up, ain’t no sleep, I’m tryna eat
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| If she don’t understand me I don’t need her
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| Yeah I beat the odds and you could say I’m getting even (Lito)
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| She sign for the spot, I run my bands up then I’m leaving (gone)
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| Say I broke her heart and that she really thought that we was friends
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| Told her that I loved her but that was only for the weekend
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| Every text and picture out my phone gon' get deleted
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| I’m an only child, I’m prone to get so lonely for no reason
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| These hoes know I don’t need 'em
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| Lost my homie, I’m still grieving
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| Cuz was known for pistol squeezing
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| Gon' be gone for sixty seasons
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| 'bout to print these pictures briefly
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| Send literature for reading
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| Got no kids but every December I still turn to Christopher Kringle 'til they
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| free him
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| I don’t do this shit for me, I disagree
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| Bitch I, bitch I got a plug and every nigga with me eatin'
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| I still ain’t sleepin'
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, goddamn
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| Ain’t no layin' up, ain’t no sleep, I’m tryna eat
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| If she don’t understand me I don’t need her
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| I got a family to feed
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| Wanna plant me a lil seed
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| Just ran through a hundred G’s
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| Just on gambling and weed, damn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family To Feed , by - Starlito. Song from the album Hot Chicken, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп