| Yeah
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| 2016 shit
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| Ali and Andreas man
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| 2AM shit
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| Bitch
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| Yeah
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| I can tell what you on, yeah
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| I can tell you a fraud, yeah
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| They can tell I’m a boss
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| Count them dead presidents, all year
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| Keep 'em jealous like all year
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| Bands, Lexus', all year
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| I can tell you a fraud
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| Count them dead presidents, all year
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| I can tell when people really on
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| Smiles don’t match when they shake my palm
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| And I keep my back like Nate Dogg
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| And I keep my bitch in Saint Laurent
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| And I force the issue that I’m up next
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| And I press issues like Men’s Health
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| And I lost respect for some old heads
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| On the Town West, Black SL
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| This is your sensitivity check
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| No this is not Call of Duty
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| The damage been done to your hoe
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| Ain’t no way that I can undo it
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| Friends of enemies quick
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| Once your figures six
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| Once you equivalent of being the #1 pick in your city
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| My drafts are sicker than shit that you think is your hit
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| Gone
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| I can tell what you on, yeah
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| I can tell you a fraud, yeah
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| They can tell I’m a boss
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| Count them dead presidents, all year
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| Keep 'em jealous like all year
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| Bands, Lexus', all year
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| I can tell you a fraud
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| Count them dead presidents, all year
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| I can tell what you want
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| You can tell I’m a boss, yeah
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| Hustle hard like Rick Ross, yeah
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| My youngens knock the packs off, yeah
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| Keystone, we all here
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| Strapped up like the military
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| Put the ammunition onto anybody
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| Fuck the competition cos' it’s our year
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| How you grinding but you still ain’t got it
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| Since a youngen I been all about it
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| 'Member they was quiet but I got 'em shouting
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| I was at the bottom but now I got it popping
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| Gotta make it I ain’t got an option
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| Talking on the phone with my accountant
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| Then I score on your bitch when I touch down
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| She was lurking on Twitter and hit the follow
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| We got them choppers thats filled with Hollows
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| Keep talking shit 'til they see me popping
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| A couple homies sitting in the jail
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| A couple homies sitting in the projects
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| A few of 'em snitchin', they really silent
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| And I’m the one that got the city poppin'
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| A few of 'em switchin', ain’t on my side
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| So when I see 'em, we ain’t really vibin', cos'
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| I can tell what you on, yeah
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| I can tell you a fraud, yeah
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| They can tell I’m a boss
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| Count them dead presidents, all year
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| Keep 'em jealous like all year
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| Bands, Lexus', all year
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| I can tell you a fraud
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| Count them dead presidents, all year |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Year , by - Tayyib Ali. Song from the album Prop 215, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп