| You know
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| Where would I be
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| Without the music?
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| Jail, dead, robberies, who knows
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| But we’re here you get me
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| Money haffi make bredrin
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| You get me
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| T Wayne from the… yo
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| Imagine if I didn’t spit
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| Still be on the strip
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| Still tryna hit a lick
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| Running from the CID
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| Still ducking all these pricks
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| Suttin on their hip
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| Feds kicking off my crib
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| Still be getting shit
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| Although the money changed my life
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| But still I go out on a enemy and ride
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| Beef or what not
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| I don’t have to swallow pride
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| Ends was so hot
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| So I’m flooded up with ice
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| Don’t worry 'bout the price
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| Had gyal with degrees was a miracle
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| That they still fucked with a criminal
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| Man it’s beef keep the talk to a minimal
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| At your front door quicker than Deliveroo
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| True, live a Rockstar life
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| If she come round Wayne never trust your wife
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| She, said it must be nice
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| Rose day date flooded up with ice
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| 20k in the club I’ll match it
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| Gyal suck my dick so ratchet
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| Drillas don’t talk just bang it slap it
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| Bang it hand ting (boom)
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| My accountant he looks like the feds
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| Flashback to the time I was raided
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| 4 gyal to myself in the bed
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| On my life I don’t know what their name is
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| Imagine if I didn’t spit
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| Still be on the strip
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| Still tryna hit a lick
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| Running from the CID
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| Still ducking all these pricks
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| Suttin on their hip
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| Feds kicking off my crib
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| Still be getting shit
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| Although the money changed my life
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| But still I go out on a enemy and ride
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| Beef or what not
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| I don’t have to swallow pride
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| Ends was so hot
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| So I’m flooded up with ice
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| Don’t worry 'bout the price
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| Make P stay relevant
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| Used to roll shank and Sony Erikson
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| And I stuff so much pound in my jean now my pops got queen resemblance
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| Coulda been done out nuttin in?
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| Doing up jail house eating up porridge
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| Did dirt man, man I used to jerk man in college
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| Now the Rolex swiss so solid
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| Ops got no knowledge
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| The internet talk is shit
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| But I cheffed him up and ditched the whip
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| Now the feds try put your boys life to bits
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| Now I think about the pigs and I get a kick
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| Blowing out her back
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| One hand on the strap
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| Used to hold my wap
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| She just put it on her lap
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| And the way you took my risks I ain’t forgot you
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| And if you’re real, got my back then I love you
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| Imagine if I didn’t spit
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| Still be on the strip
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| Still tryna hit a lick
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| Running from the CID
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| Still ducking all these pricks
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| Suttin on their hip
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| Feds kicking off my crib
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| Still be getting shit
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| Although the money changed my life
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| But still I go out on a enemy and ride
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| Beef or what not
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| I don’t have to swallow pride
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| Ends was so hot
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| So I’m flooded up with ice
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| Don’t worry 'bout the price |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imagine , by - Tion Wayne. Song from the album T Wayne’s World 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп