| I load the 44
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| Then paint the Van Gogh
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| She rang the front door
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| She came commando
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| She came and rambled
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| I came and rolled over
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| No time for conversations cold shoulders
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| Outta my mind
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| She outta red wine
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| She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
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| She love the hip hop and love my slick talk
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| Give head then begged the boy to crip walk
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| I write the James Joyce
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| Don’t need the Rolls Royce
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| I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit
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| Sick of these rapper stealing my swagger
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| Tryna run with the penmanship practiced
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| Gangsta gone Gatsby
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| Fades with no lotion
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| Get this shit cracking
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| Crack his jaw open
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| Crack in my system
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| Daddy loved smoking
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| Like he loved smoking niggas no joking
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| Everybody get a little bit crazy
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| Seems like you’ve been feeling that lately
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| Everybody gets a little bit lonely
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| Keep breathing slowly slowly
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| Right place at the wrong time
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| Wrong turn in my own mind
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| Right place at the wrong time
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| Got lost in my own mind
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| It’s okay, hey Vince, it’s me
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| Things are going pretty great and this ain’t what you need
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| Don’t need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
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| Send me some more money, we’ll laugh it all up
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| Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
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| Mama whooped that ass for 3 days
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| Parties at McDonald’s for our birthday
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| It’s okay, it’s okay, guess I should say
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| Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
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| At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain dreams
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| Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went loco
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| Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the Soho
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| Housekeeping keep knocking on my door though
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| Don’t she know I’m staring in the mirror with a 44
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| Tryna get my head straight
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| She tryna get the bed straight
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| No room to think
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| KABOOM on the sink
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| Uhh me tienes harta
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| (pinche baboso abre los ojos)
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| Quien te cres eh? |
| El muy chingon?
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| (date cuenta de lo que tienes)
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| Tu no eres nadien
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| (ya no eres niño)
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| Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
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| (You're a grown ass mutherfuckin' man)
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| Nadie te toma enserio
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| (I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
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| Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
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| (pinche puto desgraciado)
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| Pinche vato pendejo
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| (I fuckin' hate you)
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| Everybody get a little bit crazy
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| Seems like you’ve been feeling that lately
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| Everybody gets a little bit lonely
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| Keep breathing slowly slowly
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| Right place at the wrong time
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| Wrong turn in my own mind
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| Right place at the wrong time
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| Got lost in my own mind
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| It’s okay, hey Vince, it’s me
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| Things are going pretty great and this ain’t what you need
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| Don’t need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
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| Send me some more money, we’ll laugh it all up
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| Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
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| Mama whooped that ass for 3 days
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| Parties at McDonald’s for our birthday
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| It’s okay, it’s okay, guess I should say
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| In the black Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming
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| Out the window
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| Tints low baby come and see ‘em where the rent low
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| Been gone I don’t need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga
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| Tweaking
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| Been a schizo crip though off of 65th though
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| Anybody killer I ain’t aiming when the shit blow
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| Jumping through your window finna hit a lick mode
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| Thugging since the flip phone don’t be who I flip on
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| We all waste away, what are you looking for?
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| We all waste away, what do you got in store?
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| We all waste away, cause I can’t take much more
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| We all waste away, rather be lost and poor
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| What my pastor say? |
| Some shit that I don’t believe
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| What my master say? |
| Nigga, you won’t be free
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| Until you pass away, razor on my sleeve
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| Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so deep
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| «But you a star,» they say, «You mean so much to me
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| Mean so much to me» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loco, artist - Vince Staples. Album song Prima Donna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп