| If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
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| Got the weight up on my shoulders
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| Play no games like no controllers
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| Got your bitch inside the Rover
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| Blowing dope she like mimosas
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| Say your prayers to my poster
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| On her knees and fat
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| We call that the Colin Kaep
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| Hit the fade and count the pack
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| Laughing at the message that you sent like
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| «Baby call me back!»
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| Look at where we started at
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| Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
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| Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
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| Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
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| See me I be global
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| Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool
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| And Paper calls to fall through
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| Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
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| Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
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| Let that trippy shit confuse you
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| All my hitters for the shaking
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| Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
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| Nigga gassed up off the dank and what you blowin' look deflated
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| Get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Medicated, hella faded, don’t take L’s I just inhale it
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| Straight from hell I burn the pavement
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| Got your girl I might replace you
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| For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
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| Power pole extend
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| No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
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| Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
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| I’m riding through my lands
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| Passenger a goddess from the gram
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| You probably a fan
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| Sippin' on a pint of purple trance
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| It’s like
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| Down to pull my life out for these bands
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| You call it a trance
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| And challenge my niggas high-caliber
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| Couple of savages due to their habitat
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| Niggas be actors but not with their action
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| Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
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| AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
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| Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
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| Ain’t no more middleman handing to me
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| Got the passion on me and the man in my teams
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| Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
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| Know that I’m godly underneath the flesh
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| Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
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| Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
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| Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
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| Know that I’m godly underneath the flesh
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| Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
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| Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
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| Get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right
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| Said get your head right, nigga, get your head right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Right , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Renaissance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп