| Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs
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| Free your mind one hit, elevate your shit
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| Young god steady plotting one angel chick
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| Motivated by the niggas that I be gettin' with, hold up Niggas ain’t really bout shit, nah
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit, nah
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit, nah
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit
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| Uhh when you look up UA in the sky like a plane pick a book up You dumb motherfuckers use your brain like a hooker
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| I’m all up in her guts but I ain’t paying
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| Motherfucker do i look like the type to be a lame?
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| Rhetorical damn
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| I answer no man
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| I conquer my soul, the lord of my land
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| Counter weak flows like Dan or Liu Kang
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| I rep beast coast the most elite clan
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| Damn! |
| what it be like nigga?
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| Rolling up that Sour D my nigga
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| Here to free the people
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| Cleanse their souls of evil
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| Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!
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| I’m rolling up that potent
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| What you trying do?
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| My music save the world, nigga who the fuck is you?
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| Pop another tab of the LS-Shit
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| Take another hit on my indo stick
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| Pulled up on your chick
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| Told her get in the whip
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| She looked at a nigga, and said you the shit
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit, nah
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit, I said
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit, nah
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| Niggas ain’t really bout shit
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| You know my soul indigo
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| Guard your girl I’ll take your ho She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed
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| Now we trippy nigga you know, lets go Niggas ain’t really bout shit
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| Me and my niggas get dough of the shrimp
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| My money not taxed, nigga fuck that shit
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| Breaking down the work, watch the motherfucker flip
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| A nigga fucked up Yeah I smoke and I drank
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| Repping the life my nigga what you think?
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| Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank
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| Beast Coast we up and theses niggas they sank
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| Uhh, what you talking about nigga?
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| See me in the front with circle of the winners
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| Show me my opponent watch me motherfuckin kill him
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| Third eye precision ain’t no way that we gon' miss him
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| Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen
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| Guiding by the light but you niggas never listen
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| A blast from the past this king ever laugh
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| I’m smoking on hash to live first you last
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| But niggas ain’t really bout shit
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| Ya’ll know motherfucker conscious
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| But get off my dick
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| Let me talk my shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain’t Shit (Midnight Augusto) , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album The Lords of Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп