| Loved each other way more than we loved life
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| Was so close people thought we had a love life
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| We loved each other way more than we loved life
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| (Helluva made this beat, baby)
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| Still do (Ayy, JB)
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| I used to be like, «I don’t need security"(Street niggas)
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| I don’t want these niggas thinking that it’s fear in me (At all)
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| Told my driver «Be on point,"he wasn’t hearing' me (Driver)
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| Those shots went off, I’m steady callin', you ain’t answerin'
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| You scarin' me (Hello?)
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| In my city if you winnin', you can’t stay
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| They call bein' broke «Real,"they call gettin' money «Fake»
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| I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date?
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| I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate, nigga?
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| They say they love us, but that love might be hate
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| I can’t really tell the difference, salt and sugar look the same (It's tricky)
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| Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake (Damn)
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| Look how they tried to do me, but got JB
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| Man, that jealousy so real, man, that hate so deep
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| Man, that envy shit so real, you make it out these streets
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| You saw it wasn’t me and still shot, what she do to you? |
| (What she do to you?)
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| We was just winnin', now I’m cryin' at your funeral
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| But every tear I shed another thousand on your head, nigga (That's on my
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| fuckin' momma)
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| Now show your face and think I’m playin', nigga
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| Every tear I shed another thousand on your head, boy (On my daddy grave)
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| Now show your face and think I’m playin'
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| Ayy, JB, I wish I was sittin' outside with you
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| And I was in that bank with you
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| You know your favorite rapper wouldn’t have never let them guys get you
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| I would’ve shot 'em, left 'em dyin', leakin' in the street
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| Wouldn’t have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
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| And you think they came for her?
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| Man you know they came for me
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| They took my heart and my brains, niggas know that I can’t think
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| How I’m playin' with these drums, niggas know I’m like Tay Keith
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| Eye’s bloodshot red, niggas know I ain’t been sleepin'
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| But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep (Make it hard to sleep)
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| All this anger inside make it hard to grieve (Make it hard to grieve)
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| Ayy, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe (Make it hard to breathe)
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| All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep (Make it hard to sleep)
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| They found a murder weapon, bro, it’s gon' be hard to beat (It's gon' be hard
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| to beat)
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| First offer 50 years so it’s hard to plea, ayy (It's gon' be hard to plea)
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| And if they do somethin' to us then they known for it (They known for it)
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| But if we do somethin' to them, then we wrong for it (Then we wrong for it)
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| Fuck that, if you take mines, I take yours, homie (I take yours, homie)
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| Then gon' pray to the Lord «Don't be too hard on me"(Please)
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| Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie (I drop four, homie)
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| They be like «God, please don’t be too hard on me"(Please)
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| If we tear this bitch up, they gon' say I’m dead wrong (Dead wrong)
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| Fuck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone (Damn)
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| Niggas tellin' me what to do like they smart as me (What?)
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| But they ain’t take your heart from you, they took my heart from me (Bitch)
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| I got one less person that wanted more from me
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| Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me (Don't play)
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| I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
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| I got your babies, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too (Oh)
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| I got your sister and your mommy and your fam' too (I got 'em)
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| How the fuck you gon' die on me? |
| I can’t stand you (Damn)
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| I pray they don’t go to jail, I want 'em dead
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| I’m just listenin' to the streets, hearin' everything they sayin'
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| I’m just waitin' on a name, I’m just prayin' that they say it
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| Give a fuck if it’s the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, ayy, ayy (Whole
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| ticket on his top)
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| Wish I can wake you up and beat your ass
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| 'Cause I was just tellin' you about them dreams I had
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| Ayy, niggas snatched my heart out my chest, can’t nobody replace it
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| Wouldn’t have ever believed you was fuckin' with your baby
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| «Make sure Tee good"is all I ever heard you sayin'
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| Tryna hold my head, I don’t know if I’ma make it (Mh-hm)
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| This shit been eatin' me (Eatin' up)
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| I don’t know what you seen in me, but you believed in me ('Lieved in me)
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| Tell them «Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace"(Fuck that shit)
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| You drop mines, I drop yours, homie (I drop yours)
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| You drop one, I drop four, homie (I drop it four)
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| Then be like «God, please don’t be too hard on me"(God, please)
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| God please don’t close the door on me (Please) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satish, artist - Tee Grizzley. Album song The Smartest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп