| My n*gga on the run still clutching his gun
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| Love him like a son but can’t do much but pray for him
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| I’m paying for his sentence
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| It kind of hurt to mention it
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| Little homie ain’t going to touch the streets the heat is in the city
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| I know he a hustler I really see him getting it
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| N*ggas don’t respect my vision
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| Cause now my scheme legitimate
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| Smoking out on the phone just bending corners like p*ssy n*ggas think I rent it
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| though
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| I was heated when you seen me
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| One man army ready for warfare no lieutenant
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| Just show me where a hundred rats
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| Get your four squares I’m a go get it
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| Back and forth to Kentucky with a load of midgets
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| A ten pack for my show tickets pulling up in my old six
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| Hold up the n*gga on the run who you was talking about
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| That’s the same n*gga the show promoter was arguing about
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| Second guessing finessing grab the rod and he rode em out
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| Car in front of the house anything attempting walking out
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| Plenty men get extensions go fill it with it be intention
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| Get the blick and the biscuit you flinch you gone get the business
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| Certified thirst for the grind work in the ride
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| Asking nobody for nothing you do it murder your pride
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| Women I have been with ten to flirt with the eyes
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| Deception by different methods a smile’s a perfect disguise
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| Momma taught me can’t be no hoe Captain Kirk on the side
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| Laughing ducking and trapping at first you thought I was blind
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| Look up wise and said Anna with Lito you getting knocked off
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| Leave a n*gga in Tennessee licking Louisiana hot sauce
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| Prolly think we just popping sh*t and not really my box
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| Tell the others in your front yard to block your whole block off
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| Left out the spot looking like I just got my rocks on
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| With a bad b*tch and a bag full of rocks and straight out the doctors office
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| I don’t know what you thought I would bother not to talk
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| But I got to tell you that I just bought a car better not talk
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| Out of town free brand and bee tow
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| Private eyes watch what you drive out the casino
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| Ding dong politely and pop you right through the peep hole
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| Lot of pounds allowed to if it weren’t prolly for Lito
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| Highway in our cars
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| Haul it off in the smarts
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| Shorty will be here shortly
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| I’m starting to call her Bart
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| Neck reminds me of Marge and she eat it from out the shorts
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| My life is tall in the mall copping collars as if I go
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| Follow that’s what I thought impala
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| Don’t know what they problem is but got too many dollars
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| And the lotto so I prolly won’t stop it until I own it
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| That strap got one in the hole cause somebody just shot my dog
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| Before I got myself involved
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| Rocking republic republican wish you a bunch of luck
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| If you love f*cking your publicist
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| Metaphorically speaking about to hammer
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| Tragic defamation of character equal damage
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| Can’t sleep for the peeping the cameras
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| Keep having dreams of them people beeping in on the scanner
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| I’ve been creeping to Atlanta
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| Play p*ssy heater the leader panther
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| Brought up in the streets I was taught to squeeze automatics
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| Three in the liter these are just how I have it
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| Studios and gas stations if not you catch us in traffic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Studio & Gas Stations Coming Soon , by - Starlito. Song from the album Introversion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп