| Uh, yeahhhh, uh, I told the bitch this a dinner date
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| She wanna fuck on me then stay
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| Pulled off in a stingray
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| Soft topped her
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| Babe Ruth knocked the socks off her
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| No softball, I’m an outlaw
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| You a cornball, like a hot sauce
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| Yeah, gotta lil packed out
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| I got them racks on me right now
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| I touched a 30 'fore I did my first show
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| Shawty had them thangs for the low
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| Who asked shawty? |
| Hell if I know
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| Parked the Benz at the front door
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| Uhh, Cartiers on me, these frames can’t snatch these from me, Deebo
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| Rest In Peace, my nigga Geno
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| We was on the front street
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| Had a Mac 10, I was 14
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| We was going everywhere 4 deep
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| Parked the green Benz right across the street
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| Air Force 1 whiter than a key
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| Big Dog bark then they go eat
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| They go spark shit 'bout me
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| Yeah, niggas all on my line talking about «they starving»
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| Nigga, we used to starve back then
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| Fucked up, we used to rob back then
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| Lucked up, hit on some cars back then
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| Where the hell were y’all boys at then?
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| Packed up in milk cars back then?
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| We ain’t seen homeboy since when?
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| I ain’t trying to do no more features
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| I don’t like you, I don’t need you
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| I’m go slide about my people
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| I’m go lay down and do time, my freedom
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| I can’t go nowhere without my Nina
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| (I can’t go nowhere without my Nina)
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| Look, this is HIStory
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| Everything a true story
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| Niggas switched, that shit tore me
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| You ain’t never did shit for me
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| See wonder my bitch warned me
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| I ain’t listen, that shit haunt me
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| I’m fucked up but I’m still learning
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| I can’t let a nigga «Big Worm"me
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| Uh, th' fuck you mean I can make HIStory
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| Martin Luther was a nigga beast
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| Shit, Barack Obama, was no Kennedy
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| How is you go get rid of me?
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| Show these fuck niggas no sympathy
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| Got a drum on it, no symphony
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| Got a bomb on it like I’m OD
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| Smoking 'fore nigga when I’m OT
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| Big dawg, niggas know me
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| Spent 15 on my nose ring
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| L’il Spanish bitch keep my clothes clean
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| Got a white bitch but her nose clean
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| Lay on a pot, wipe your nose clean
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| Lay on the opps like a whole king
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| When the boost was out, we was chirping
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| You ain’t never put no work in
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| Yeahh, get the money and drugs then we out
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| Yeah, we put the money in the mattress but we ain’t got no drugs in the house
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| Yeah, before I leave I grab my ratchet
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| I just can’t get caught without it, yeah
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| I told my my momma it’s a habit
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| I ain’t been living without it
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| Yeah yeahhhh
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| Uh, I got Houston packed out
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| I got a 100 on me right now
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| We popped 100 bottles, fucked 100 models, had the youngins getting turned out
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| Pulled up them semi-autos, get them fully autos, I need everything wiped out
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| Feeling like, Boosie, bitch come wipe me down
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| Feeling like, Pac, when I’m on the brown
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| Yeah, this is HIStory
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| Everything a true story
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| Niggas switched, that shit tore me
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| You ain’t never did shit for me
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| See wonder my bitch warned me
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| I ain’t listen, that shit haunt me
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| I’m fucked up but I’m still learning
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| I can’t let a nigga «Big Worm"me
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| Uh, got the alpha pack out
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| I got them racks on me right now, yeah
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| I got Aces packed out
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| I got them racks on me right now
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| We in VLive right now
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| I got them racks on me right now, yeah
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| Par… uh uh uh… front door
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| Park the Benz at the front door, yeahh. |
| (Skirt!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song HIStory, artist - YFN Lucci. Album song HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп