| Ugh
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| Starting Five, never out of bounds
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| Caught these Niggas slippin' with these silent sounds
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| Got your main missin' when I’m in the town
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| Got her fate senses so don’t come around
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| Make them sit down like we in the lounge
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| Still smoking if it’s not allowed
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| Since about a child, know tha' razor route
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| But forget the past I’m living in it now
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| Ain’t no matching for the fire
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| Spitting like a lion, nigga, when the sun has risen
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| Cuz' I’m super stoned, no pun intended
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| Then he paid in full now your son he missed it
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| Couldn’t steer me wrong, got the tunnel vision
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| Had to skirt off because the feds is listening
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| Had her skirt off had to handle business
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| It’s a turn on if ya never hear me
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| Hardly speaking cuz' they wouldn’t get it
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| I just blow my refer and ignore the critics
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| Mona Lisa sucking out my spirit
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| Bout to call my teacher up and say I’m winning (Hello?)
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| Ain’t no preacher put my faith up in it
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| Try to take up piece and call it plagiarism
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| Niggas leeching so I ain’t a villain
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| So I’m riding dolo when I’m paper spittin'
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| Work hard, had to take that
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| Used to front dawg, just to pay back
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| Run it up, Nigga straight laps
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| Smoke a hundred blunts, that’s a face plant
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| Hammer tucked by the waste band
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| Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
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| Hammer tucked by the waste band
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| Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
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| Giving out fades, come get a taper
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| Riding around with a beam with a chamber
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| Smooth with tha' Glock like I play for the Blazers
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| Signs of the times but I’m never gonna shape up
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| Shorty a dime but I brought out the razor
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| Good with the lines like I’m sniffing that yayo
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| Don’t give me pound, I see you be hatin
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| Niggas is lying about all their paper
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| I see you flexin on instagram not how you living, man
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| Niggas is faking they look like juwanna mann
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| Niggas don’t see me I’m ghost like I’m Casper
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| Lighting up Niggas they look like a lantern
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| Nigga don’t talk I aim with the band up
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| Born of the earth but your mind in the slammer
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| Bros on my shirt, Zombie Gang is what matters
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| Don’t mess with Niggas just send me to Saturn
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| Givin' tha' drummer some hustle and double up
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| Add to my Prophet that’s how we gonna sum it up
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| Like it I’ll cop it Ariana Grande
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| Heat in my pocket fire rocket shining
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| Hitting my target like Deadpool when we popping
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| Girls be having fun I feel like Cyndi Lauper
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| Nigga number one I put that on my noggin
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| I feel like Soulja Boy for fucking acknowledgment
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| Work hard, had to take that
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| Used to front dawg, just to pay back
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| Run it up, Nigga straight laps
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| Smoke a hundred blunts, that’s a face plant
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| Hammer tucked by the waste band
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| Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman
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| Hammer tucked by the waste band
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| Nigga tried to touch, he a Wasteman |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wasteman , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Lords of Flatbush 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп