| Jacob in the beat go brazy
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| ATL Jacob
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| That Boy Cass
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| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that
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| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
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| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
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| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
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| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
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| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
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| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
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| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin'
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| You don’t fuck with me I’m on
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| Gotta be real broke, I put these streets on my back forreal
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| I gave em real hope
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| Shit that you serve on the block ain’t real
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| It ain’t even real dope
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| I thought you’d be a real nigga yeah
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| I gotta keep it real wit ya
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| Summer time posted in the villa
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| Wit some real niggas gettin' millions
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| While you niggas caught up in ya feelings (too much)
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| Big boy chillin' be gettin'
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| I’ma turn a hundred to a mill
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| Just like I did when stuck in the county
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| All the whips gettin' mounted (wet)
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| Bitch drownin'
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| Break that shit down into ounces
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| I’m fuckin' wit all the lil bouncers
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| Necklace fountain
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| Next bitch bounce that
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| You ain’t really wit the shit
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| I can do movin' sex on my dick
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| It’s up to you to bet against the kid
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| Forty five hundred on my fit, bet
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| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that
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| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
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| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
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| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
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| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
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| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
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| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
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| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin'
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| Mobb shit mobb shit, pullin' up poppin' like opp shit
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| Edgewood came up, gang stripe robbin' in apartments
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| Zone 6 spendin' shit, real bricks nigga like gangland
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| Real bloods, real crips, real G’s, mobb on the same plan
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| First 48 call us stick to callin' niggas bringing names up
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| Streets caught a nigga internet stalkin' instead of wanna be famous
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| Where I’m from, we ain’t never had shit
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| So how could you blame us
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| From a hood you’ll be foreign bitch
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| And made you a lame to us
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| Pull up bustin' different niggas in ya hood
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| They’re all the same to us
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| Pop a wig nigga betta get ya kids
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| Ya’ll the same to us
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| 2−11 we could make a 187
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| It’s all the same to us
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| Edgewood 800 BBS
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| It’s all the same to us
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| Off of Edgewood lil' bitch I know you heard of that
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| Not the one you heard about, one where we murder at
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| I go straight off cross your top like doin' hurdles jack
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| Flip a sack, like you do a burger pack
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| Push up on your bih like where you from, suburb
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| Damn that bih say where you come, burbs
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| Hop up out that bih whats wrong, lurkin'
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| You don’t fuck with me I’m on, must be hurtin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Edgewood , by - Trouble. Song from the album Edgewood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп