| YDNA
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| Hey, yuh
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| Riding round the city, uh
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| Top down, blowing weed smoke
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| Quick to pull up on you like I’m Deebo
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| Ain’t the one to play with, I am Neo
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| All my niggas rep the G code
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| Keep the banger like I was from Heathrow
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| Got the work, I’m like a depot
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| When I drop a song, I flip a kilo
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| All of my niggas wildin' for respect
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| Look out the window, Malcolm with the tech
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| Look like Nintendo when she with the set
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| Smoking that indo 'til I lose my breath
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| I got the info that these niggas cappin
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| Ak the assassin, better wear your vest
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| Better stop texting, I’m here to collect
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| Raise a fuck nigga up outta his flesh, uh
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| Fuck all the chatter 'bout?
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| Move the masses like Moses to better routes
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| All these rappers be posers, they in and out
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| All my diamonds are water, they in and out
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| I don’t follow no orders, I lead the crowd
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| And your bitch my supporter, I’m in her town
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| She front row at the show, while you chase her down
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| Only good for the night, I ain’t saying vows
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| Niggas be hating but don’t approach
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| Keep a grip on the side like a fucking coach
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| You can’t fuck up the vibe when I’m puffing smoke
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| Got her wet like Poseidon, I need a boat
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| No 9−5 cause I needed more
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| My day ones they riding, they see the goal
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| Feel like Saitama I be the goat
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| Just by using one finger defeat a foe
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| Riding round the city, uh
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| Top down, blowing weed smoke
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| Quick to pull up on you like I’m Deebo
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| Ain’t the one to play with I am Neo
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| All my niggas rep the G code
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| Keep the banger like I was from Heathrow
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| Got the work, I’m like a depot
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| When I drop a song, I flip a kilo
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| I’m a Beast Coast killer
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| My team strong nigga
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| My heart was born in the towers
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| Talking to ghosts like I’m Tommy from Power
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| See through your flesh, know I’m looking at cowards
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| Son of the god, you can call me Elijah
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| Fuck it I got it I’m shining
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| Drinking the Henny you know I’m still driving
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| Yeezy my sneaker, but that nigga wildin'
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| I’m the first conscious nigga to be stylin'
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| Look at my inner prism it be vibrant
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| You in an inner-prison, mental violence
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| Came with that monkey mind, embrace the silence
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| Talking about whipping in kitchens, you lying
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| Flashing your big homie guns like you bout it
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| All of you niggas just chasing the clout
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| Befriending each other to get in the spot
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| Don’t need no validation, family
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| Never was never concentrating on no grammys
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| Hop out the coupe, my nigga ain’t no back seat
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| AK gon shoot if niggas get to blasting
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| Flying with the vacuum seal in the package
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| Might fuck your bitch if she up to my standards
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| Show me her playlists, she got all my classics
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| Saw you the next day like nothing just happened, uhh
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| Riding round the city, uh
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| Top down, blowing weed smoke
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| Quick to pull up on you like I’m Deebo
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| Ain’t the one to play with I am Neo
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| All my niggas rep the G code
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| Keep the banger like I was from Heathrow
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| Got the work, I’m like a depot
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| When I drop a song, I flip a kilo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deebo, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Lords of Flatbush 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп