| Ahh… today’s narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha…
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| This is a true story ladies and gentlemen
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| You might not believe it though
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| But fuck it, thats why I’m the ghost
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| (Styles)
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| I’m about to open up Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up He said
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| (Cross)
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| Your gun is in the closet flippin
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| Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up
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| (Styles)
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| So I went to the closet said «Hammer what’s wrong with you?»
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| (Sheek)
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| You ain’t busting me off, it’s like I don’t belong to you
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| (Styles)
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| I said I just beat a case daddy
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| And I’m trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy
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| Then the hammer said
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| (Sheek)
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| Man listen, used the knife twice in a row
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| Tell me if the plan switchin
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| Cause we used to get around together
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| We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it’s now or never
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| (Styles)
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| I said hammer take it easy baby
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| Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby
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| And all you gotta do is chill a while
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| And then the hammer said «cool"cuz you know that I feel you Styles
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| (Chorus: Styles)
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| I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me But nobody believe that my knife talk to me
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| I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me
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| I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me But nobody believe that my haze talk to me
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| I got a story to tell, my money talk to me But nobody believe that my money talk to me
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| (Styles)
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| My knife said to me
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| (Cross)
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| I hawk niggas down, bust arteries
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| (Styles)
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| And he get bright red for me Knife you my nigga but leave me alone
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| I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone
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| I said «Haze what the hell is up?»
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| He said
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| (J-Hood)
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| You know how we do, you know that we crew
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| So where’s the vanilla dutch
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| (Styles)
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| Rolling something up,
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| Thinking about killing every rapper in the game
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| And holding something up My haze said to me
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| (J-Hood)
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| You need to calm down when the rage come to you
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| 'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
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| But you don’t give a fuck
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| So just open up your book and let your page come to you
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| (Styles)
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| Even though I’m humble and noble
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| You ain’t tryin to hear me I’ma shoot through your mobile
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| It’s funny, I’ll stalk you
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| Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo 'less your money start talking
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| (Styles)
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| My money spoke to me It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me Money ain't everything, and then he laughed at me And said the hammer oughta blast at me He said I got |
| you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail
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| Take a look at the cars and the crib
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| I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
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| Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south
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| Shit, I’m the reason why the block jumping
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| Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block'll pop something
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| And I’m the reason why you ride or die
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| Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye
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| I said money you the root of evil
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| How they print «In God We Trust"knowing what you do to people
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| But I’m a hard felon
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| So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody Believes Me, artist - Styles. Album song A Gangster And A Gentleman, in the genre Поп