| Niggas ain’t lit
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| Watching your bitch take a sip, when a nigga walk in with a drip
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| I pour it and sip
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| Nigga ride round with the Crips, we got blood niggas down for the shit
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| I’m choppin' a spliff
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| Nigga finessing the twist, I got fetti inside of my fist
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| I gotta get all my niggas to rich
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| We gotta flex when I come through this bitch
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| Told her to slide like I domin' the whip
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| Fallen in line, militant on the strip
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| Peepin' the 5th Arogot on my kicks
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| Meetin' the clip, if you fuck with the clique
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| I got the flame
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| Nigga don’t fuck with the fame, but I’m lovin' the checks on the way
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| Just left the bank
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| Tell her was lovin' the stank, but he can swear I was hustling packs
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| Might be a fact
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| Knowin' my homie was strapped, he thought twice about spittin' the smack
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| Niggas is whack
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| Talkin' bout shit that they lack, while the real niggas chill and relax
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| Tattin' your face, and then gettin' no racks
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| Pump on your breaks, you be goin' too fast
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| Tryna be niggas that’s getting the cash
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| When you know damn well you gettin' no bag
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| 93 weed, we blowing the gas
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| Used to do psychedelics, that shit in the past
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| She never chilled with a nigga who' mind is intact
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| She don’t smoke but she hittin' the wax
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| Smoke one you niggas don’t need me a mac
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| Bumpin' my nigga Pouya in the 'Lac
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| Smokin' too much think my lungs might collapse
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| But I’m blowin' the dope till I finally nap
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| Yeah we was born to be lit
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| IND, yeah go hard off the strip
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| Grabbin' the work, I’ma cop me a brick
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| Cappin' you lying, you Jussie Smollett
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| Nigga the gang, the coast, bang the most
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| Came in the spot, I was drippin' off
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| Throwin' it up, nigga wantin' more
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| Grippin' the pass, nigga Randy Moss
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| Smokin' that loud, I can’t hear them fools hatin'
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| If shorty act up, I find a replacement
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| Always keep one in the chamber, McGrady
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| Not tryna brag, this is how the street made me
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| Don’t try to fight it, it’s prophecy baby
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| You got you a night, so just hop in Mercedes
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| I rolled the dice, and the outcome was crazy
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| Straight out the bullshit, might catch you some rabies
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| I pack a punch, like I’m Pacquiao
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| Filled when the package out, but not for long
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| Hit them shorts, and they package down
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| Niggas be always alarmed, cus they lackin' out
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| I find it tragic, I turn to a savage now
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| Still I find balance, hard to tame the beast
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| Fuck on the freak, and now I feel relief
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| She on my main, she 'dress when I’ma need
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| Got my brain on the paper, sleepin' countin' G’s
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| Long as my mama proud, keep 'em flashing them cannon’s
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| Like wylin out
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| Gotta patent my style, cus they on the prowl
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| Take a hit of this flower, you throw the towel
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| I been mobbin' all night, like a fucking owl
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| If it ain’t 'bout some money, then I’ll be out
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| Both my necklaces flooded, but ain’t no clouds
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| St. Laurent when I’m covered, they wipe me down
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| Find my way out the rubble, some haters’ll love it
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| Fresh off the plane, with the Jane in the luggage
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| Drop outta school, then I raised up my budget
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| Spreading that knowledge, I learned to the public
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| Throwin' us up, but a nigga ain’t budgin'
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| Eyes full of hoes, like a nigga, McLovin
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| A$AP my fools, with a push of a button
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| Move on my own, or you niggas is puppets
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| Yeah we was born to be lit
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| IND, yeah go hard off the strip
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| Grabbin' the work, I’ma cop me a brick
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| Cappin' you lying, you Jussie Smollett
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| Nigga the gang, the coast, bang the most
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| Came in the spot, I was drippin' off
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| Throwin' it up, nigga wantin' more
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| Grippin' the pass, nigga Randy Moss |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Randy Moss, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Lords of Flatbush 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп