| Something like that
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| Sing to they ass girl
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| I’m not gon' keep telling you
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| Saigon, Statik
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| They know that i’m the hardest
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| Let me get at it one more time
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| Sing
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| Check me, look
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| They know that i’m the hardest
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| And I ain’t even up in the mansion right now
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| The teams still around the projects
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| Giddy is a artist
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| Nigga you only a lyricist
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| I’m all that and a bag of onion 'n garlics
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| Look at the shit you started
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| Somebody’s gotta die, die, die
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| Then bring me a operation as the target
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| Out on the corner of the market, lil kids in the 'burbs
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| They watch Entourage, see me, now they want to rock camouflage
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| Play cold, I heat em, melt you like Haagen Dasz
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| Nobody got bars like
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| Who else can got broads, to give a menage
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| Easier than most motherfuckers can get a massage, huh
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| Cause me in that big body biz, huh
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| Have you frontin', I ain’t the least
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| Just let me fuck one of your friends ma
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| All that hung startin' a thing in the past
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| Matter of fact, my lil. |
| come sing for they ass
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| Get 'em
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| I told you girl
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| You gotta hit that note baby
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| Nah, that ain’t it right there
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| Try it again, come on
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| That’s a little better
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| Fuck that man, this is Hip Hop man
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| Fuck that
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| You know what?
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| Look
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| I won’t fuck with the kid and him shittin, it’s impersistent
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| You at it in the source boss, it isn’t a misprint
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| 60 percent of niggas spittin' is inconsistent
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| The other 40 came with the grain, but them one against it
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| Time to get rich in an instant
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| Niggas diss songs with the R&B bitches
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| And even Kirk Franklin and
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| But niggas dissed 'em and since did he quit trickin' the system
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| His image diminished along with his wits and his wisdom
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| When he tried to come back to reality rap
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| They said, Sorry son we’re over the salary cap
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| Then he tried to rap on how he was proud to be black
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| Till they caught him with some white girls
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| Chillin' where cowards be at
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| He’s getting depressed, niggas thought he was bug
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| Then it hit 'em, wait maybe I can rap like a thug
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| He would, and made records about bussin' and flippin drugs
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| Believe it or not, the fuckin' bullshit was getting loved
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| Damn.
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| I don’t understand
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| The nigga recreated himself
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| He reinvented himself
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| He came back as a gangsta
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| Sing to they mothafuckers
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| Don’t make me Chris Brown you bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lady Sings the Blues, artist - Saigon. Album song All in a Day's Work, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп