| I go to work, say my grace
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| Pray my dog, he beat his case
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| Send another load, send another pack
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| Walking through the trenches with a knife in my back
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| Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons
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| Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'
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| They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen
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| Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me
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| Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me
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| I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me
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| Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
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| First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley
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| If you break a red crew promise, we gon' have to cut your pinky
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| Ain’t no way we going broke, we gon' hustle for that shit
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| Break every brick and bell, down to dimes in mix
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| Grew up kicking dopes, grew up hitting licks
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| Grew up rolling in the mud, grew up with them Glizzys
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| Grew up pockets empty, grew up dreaming driving Bentleys
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| Grew up dreaming playin' ball but instead I grab the pack
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| In the streets, it’s a rule and law, don’t conversate with rats (snitches)
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| Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons (demons)
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| Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'
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| They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen
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| Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me
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| Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me
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| I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me
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| Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
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| First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley
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| 80 on my wrist, no ticky tickies
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| Thought you was a gangster, why the fuck you so friendly?
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| Better watch your words and who you 'round, because we listenin'
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| Trigger finger itchy, better watch your pivot
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| In the spot with goblins, really runnin' up profit
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| Coupe found in my pocket (flex)
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| If she with me, she a rider
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| Brick talk, that lyric shit
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| Taking trips, I don’t fear shit
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| Wipe a nigga nose real quick
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| My hood lookin like a dealership
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| Lit nigga
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| Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons
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| Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'
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| They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen
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| Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me (skrrt!)
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| Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me
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| I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me
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| Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
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| First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley (flex!)
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| Red crew, nigga!
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| Trap!
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| Hustle! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sinning , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Song from the album Big Homie Flocka, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп