| D-C-O. |
| Don’t come outside, volume one
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| G-M-G-A-T-M it’s the unit
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| Reefa on the beat, whoa
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| All that cocaine residue I left up in the pot got my shawty flippin'
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| She was tryin' to cook mashed potatoes for me for dinner with some fried
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| chicken (sorry)
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| I ain’t get to do the dishes after I cooked up, I was in a rush
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| I told her clean it up for me, she ain’t got to cook, order Pizza Hut (doorbell
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| hold me down)
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| Still gamblin' with my freedom, I ain’t all the way out the mud yet (nope)
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| My little brother be around bloods, I’m surprised he ain’t turn blood yet
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| (soowoop)
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| Cops killin' niggas, niggas killin' niggas, but we ain’t gettin' judged equal
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| (DA)
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| They the ones that got badges on ‘em, they supposed to protect and serve the
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| people (yeah right)
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| OGs tell me drop out like, «What the fuck a teacher gon' teach you?
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| «(they right)
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| Seen fiends tear their arm up looking for a vein to stick it with the needle
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| (damn)
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| Commissary for my niggas in the feds while a Jewish lawyer fight the case
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| Killed a nigga, his man got away, he ran so fast he ain’t see my face (pww)
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| Caught a body and I rapped ‘bout it, I ain’t say his name but I rapped ‘bout it
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| To me it’s funny, but my mans that I caught the body with don’t be laughing
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| ‘bout it (ha ha ha)
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| Hundred bands worth of jewelry on, just to stunt on niggas with no destination
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| (whoa)
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| I don’t trust bitches that be like, «What you doing daddy? |
| Text me your
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| location.» |
| (huh?)
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| Stash box in the Cadillac, I can fit about five Dracos in it
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| A body dropped in my hood and police tried to get niggas to say I did it (I
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| ain’t do that one)
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| Back then when I fought a case I used to have to pay my lawyer in the stormers
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| He don’t care what they found in the crib, motherfuckas ain’t have no warrants
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| (no)
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| Beat the case, beat another case, walking out the courtroom diddy boppin'
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| (ooouuu)
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| Had a nickname for my lawyer, used to call him the Jewish Johnnie Cochran
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| Get me home, keep me out of jail ‘cuz he know he gon' keep gettin' checks
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| (ooouuu)
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| Hold up, nigga, wait a minute, I ain’t finished yet like Nicki’s ex (ooouuu)
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| Meek Mill voice on the intro, listen little niggas, I’m on fire
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| Hands down, homie, I did records with 50, JAY Z and Mariah (I'm just sayin')
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| I’m the underrated, underdog, but I promise you, my time comin'
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| 50 gave me a bag of money and I ain’t even have to sign nothin' (whoa)
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| Everybody have money to they ear, awww man, Jay throwin' shade (let's go Hov)
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| Niggas dying for a hood they mother payin' rent and tryna' get the rent paid
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| Daddy left when the baby came (damn), left mommy all alone to struggle
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| My credit good and I’m throwing money in the club, I ain’t knockin' bitches
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| hustle
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| On the low, that’s what Jay did, well that ain’t even on the low
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| Probably ain’t even know he did that, now he did if he ain’t know
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| Tell him to my crime partner that’s what Jay shouted out (whoa)
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| Even Rolling Stone wrote an article, say that’s what he was talkin' ‘bout
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| Little niggas ain’t bumbin' Jay, 4:44 went over they head
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| Niggas rather Lil' Uzi, push me to the edge all my friends are dead instead
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| (serious?!)
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| They don’t know what real rap ‘bout, I’m off this, Power back out
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| Jamie St. Patrick was locked up, beat the case, now he back out (he ain’t rat)
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| Watchin' it with my lady, maybe it’s cuz I ain’t smoke yet
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| Call 50 like, «Yo, why you ain’t let Kanan kill Ghost yet?» |
| (yo, Fif)
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| Niggas don’t want no beef with us, they freeze up when the squeeze at us
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| Niggas shooting in the air, you tryin' to hit me, or you tryin' to shoot Jesus
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| up (hallelujah)
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| Real niggas out here stravin', while the weirdos gettin' fat (ooouuu)
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| Got to question a niggas character when you see him hangin' ‘round a rat
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| (ooouuu)
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| Niggas be like I know who did it, that’s how the police know who did it (ooouuu)
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| If everybody keep they mouth shut, watch how fast the case get acquitted
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| Gettin' money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
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| Catch a body, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| Fuck shawty, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| Gettin' money, we don’t talk about it (ooouuu)
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa)
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| What’s understood, we don’t talk about it (whoa) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Talk About It , by - Uncle Murda. Song from the album Don't Come Outside, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп