| I hope your next man treat you way worse than I did
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| And I hope he get you pregnant wit a ugly ass kid
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| So you appreciate me, maybe then you will appreciate me, word
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| Ya gotta let the beat build
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| And tell my real shit you gotta build up the momentum, you know what I’m saying.
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| Word… Pay attention
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| You gon' lose out on a moment you can never get again
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| Give the flowers to your people while they hearin' out the end
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word
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| I hope your next man treat you way worse than I did
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| And I hope he get you pregnant wit a ugly ass kid
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| So you appreciate me, maybe then you will appreciate me, word
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| Teenage pregnancy by a deadbeat
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| Still saw potential in you on our first meet
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| You drove a car that was smokin' fumes wit leaks
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| I put you in that white range, with the red seats
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| You was at the crib while my ex was at the door
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| I got mad bitches and you knew this from before
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| Dope Boy Troy make the girls go crazy
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| That ain’t gonna change just because we had a baby
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| I never said I would be faithful, not at all
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| You ain’t bring up other chicks while we shopped in the mall
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| In your Louboutin, David Yurman charm, Birkin arm
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| In the biggest trophy lil row rose supermom
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| But it’s just a pacifier you go back to bein' buggy
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| Cryin' I don’t love you, I’m like bitch I love my money
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| And I give you that, but that ain’t proof of nothin give it back
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| Could of bought Ferrari’s gave another chick a kid with that
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| You don’t appreciate me and that’s insane
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| Can’t name a nigga that would buy ya house in ya name
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| I never fuck your family or your friends brought them shame
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| Would’ve put you on now you’ll get put on to his game
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| Most men cheat, most men cheat, that is true
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| Only kind that don’t is the kind you ain’t attracted to
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| So here go ya choices, me or them
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| And if you don’t choose me you probably cheat on them
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| I hope your next man treat you way worse than I did
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| And I hope he get you pregnant wit a ugly ass kid
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| So you appreciate me
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| Maybe then you will appreciate me, word
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| I be talkin' that for real see my music ain’t pretend
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| From the heart so you can feels know I’m different from them
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word
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| Lil' niggas wanna be in the streets, who taught em
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| A nigga who ain’t really livin' his raps, he fraudin'
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| Big money, drug usin', violent discussions
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| All type of artillery that he ain’t bustin'
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| Braggin' bout bad bitches… stop frontin'
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| You had a child before rap ya baby moms is nothin'
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| And show you all the pros not the cons of wealth
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| As soon as it turns you calm you been conned yaself
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| Listen lil man I’m designed to do me
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| Started at 10 grams then I got to a key
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| Knew that this wasn’t the end for me
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| Knew I was gonna try to get out the streets eventually
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| I opened up businesses legitimately
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| Listen to opportunity presented to me
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| It’s true though, I surpass most niggas that you know
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| I’m connected my plug look like he was in Menudo
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| I’m more Rickey Henderson to woods then Martin
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| Runnin' base, runnin' through hoes I’m just startin'
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| You can do the same, you just gotta know some things
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| The risk that come with this shit could make ya whole life change
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| I be talkin' that for real see my music ain’t pretend
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| From the heart so you can feel know I’m different from them
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word
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| You gon' lose out on a moment you can never get again
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| Give the flowers to your people while they hearin' out the end
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word
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| Rest in peace Aunt Maddy
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| She was the sister of my grandmother from my daddy
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| A black queen in corona Queens by way of Alabama
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| Had a brother Uncle Junior he showed me my first hammer blaow
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| Wow, I was only 8
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| When you first made me sweet potatoes, ah it was great
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| And the taste, of the melted marshmallows what I crave
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| You would smoke ya cigarettes, tell me don’t talk in spades
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| May my ace boon coon, and a bit of a joker
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| Drenched me with the water hose cause by mistake I super soaked ya
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| One of the funnest times of my childhood
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| Thinkin' back on it Aunt Maddy you was wild hood
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| Drinkin E&J, numbers you would play
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| Cover up the smell of burnt reefer with a spray
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| In the driveway always kept you a caddy
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| I love, miss, and appreciate my Aunt Maddy
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| I be talkin' that for real see my music ain’t pretend
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| From the heart so you can feels know I’m different from them
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word
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| You gon' lose out on a moment you can never get again
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| Give the flowers to your people while they airin out the M’s
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| So appreciate me, maybe now you will appreciate me, word |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Appreciate Me, artist - Troy Ave. Album song Roland Collins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп