| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| Rebels with the muscle walking round like they tough
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| Twenty one minutes on a phone ain’t enough
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| Maxing out on commissary nigga I am rich
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| TV off and on cause the CO is a bitch
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| All the free to wear while I’m in the tombs
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| Get the Rikers grown weed in the back room
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| In here doing time with some criminal minds
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| Oh we watching A&E Criminal Minds
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| Everyday nigga dressing in a sweatsuit
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| Rhyming there’s no noodles so I’m getting fag soup
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| Down for the loud niggas talking bout their streets
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| Old fat ngga talking bout he can’t sleep
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| Shut up, this is not a hotel this is jail
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| If you want some peace and quiet pay your one dollar bail
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| Everything from loss and even murder was the case
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| Scalpels and the bunions nigga shooting of your face
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| DA really out here tryna slay my black ass
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| In the high booth talking to my lawyer through a glass
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| I am innocent why the hell they acting like I did it
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| Only family and beautiful women see me on visits
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| I never miss one and I miss my two sons
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| I got cinnamon Chex and they free a gluten
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| Sweet baby Jesus get me outta this jam
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| You officially in jail when the cell doors slam
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| Away in court everybody saying hold your head
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| Last night I couldn’t sleep tossed and turned in the bed
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| Up around six mad early in the morning
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| To the bull pen where it’s cold and boring
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| Brung a Burberry sweater that I got from Ren
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| Bout to fill this snowpad with my thoughts with laugh
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| Looking guilty when you ain’t is the closest thing to hell
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| They gave me w wheelchair that’s too wide for my cell
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| So I get on a good foot and hops in that bitch
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| Shouting the same way my other option is sit
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| Chained to the gate like an animal, a savage
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| Wondering bout the years like the actor Fred Savage
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| CO asked me do I want food
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| I’m thinking bitch I want my freedom but I ain’t gonna be rude
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| Keep the Mini WHeats and the Kellogs corn flakes
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| Open up and let a real nigga walk through the gates
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island
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| But now him gone a Rikers Island
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| Him never want go a Rikers Island |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rikers Island , by - Troy Ave. Song from the album Roland Collins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп