| We let em thangs sang like its R&B
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| I make em eat dust he get his head bust
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| Bitch nigga get flushed, claiming he want some war with me
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| I’m rich you cannot afford to beef with me
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| This shit can get risky
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| Play and they gone put em six feet
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| Jump in that water and swim with the fishes
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| I go nuts, Almond Joy
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| She wanna suck my dick cause I’m a diamond boy like Johnny
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| I come in this bitch and change the climate
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| I got perms like a Florida boy
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| I get up in the A like Georgia boy
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| And I bang on a nigga like a glory boy
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| Be with Fo nem but I ain’t from Illinois
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| You gone die if you reach my jewelry boy
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| It’s me and you
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| Hold up let me tell my story
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| Last year I was broke and ain’t have shit
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| Now I’m having more rings than Robert Horry
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| They treat me like I’m important
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| I bought a crib and ain’t got to stay in that bitch for month yet cause I be
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| tourin
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| I really live what I’m recordin
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| I Drop my nuts I don’t give no fucks
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| This money come in by the bunch
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| I turn a op to runts
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| How you dissin on songs and ain’t slid once
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| My lil niggas go dumb like drop outs
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| We don’t talk on the net we pop out
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| Them folks get to laying white chalk down when them young niggas come and hop
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| out
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| We let em thangs sang like its R&B
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| I make em eat dust he get his head bust
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| Bitch nigga get flushed, claiming he want some war with me
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| I’m rich you cannot afford to beef with me
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| This shit can get risky
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| Play and they gone put em six feet
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| Jump in that water and swim with the fishes
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| We let em thangs sang like its R&B
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| I make em eat dust he get his head bust
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| Bitch nigga get flushed, claiming he want some war with me
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| I’m rich you cannot afford to beef with me
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| This shit can get risky
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| Play and they gone put em six feet
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| Jump in that water and swim with the fishes
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| We let them thangs rang like R&B
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| I got rich but the hood still a part of me
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| These rappers don’t really want war with me
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| Blue tips out this grip to yo arteries
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| Ion give a fuck bout authority
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| I step on a bitch in some Jordans
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| He want smoke then he want meet the Lord
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| I been that nigga since I was a boy
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| I’m still in the streets like I’m poor but I’m not
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| I flooded my hood with k’s
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| We got them glocs on stage
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| He trip we give em a fade
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| Get smoked or get out the way
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| Go ask bout them boys we ain’t playin them games
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| A nigga get whooped on stage
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| He ain’t gone want that little fifteen minutes of fame
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| It’s all fun and game until I bust his brains
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| It’s big 41 on both wrists I bust the face
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| These bitches hitting, I might catch a case
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| Beat on like Annie May
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| My lil bro catch a op and celebrate
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| He get to clapping at him like patty cake
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| We let em thangs sang like its R&B
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| I make em eat dust he get his head bust
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| Bitch nigga get flushed claiming he want some war with me
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| I’m rich you cannot afford to beef with me
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| This shit can get risky
|
| Play and they gone put em six feet
|
| Jump in that water and swim with the fishes
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| We let em thangs sang like its R&B
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| I make em eat dust he get his head bust
|
| Bitch nigga get flushed claiming he want some war with me
|
| I’m rich you cannot afford to beef with me
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| This shit can get risky
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| Play and they gone put em six feet
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| Jump in that water and swim with the fishes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R & BEEF , by - Stunna 4 Vegas. Song from the album RICH YOUNGIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп