| Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
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| Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me
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| All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly
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| You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon'
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| thug for me
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| Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
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| Always callin' me big bruh, and you don’t know me
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| Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
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| I can’t count this shit up, true story
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| Uh, I used to wan' play for the Knicks
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| Started servin' these J’s nicks
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| Off the porch to the pavement
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| I was broke, I was takin' risks
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| Man, I was fucked up, I hated it
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| Uh, it was hard to get some paper work
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| So we was always takin' shit, uh
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| Back then
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| Used to go to Jacks just to get the pack, it wasn’t much, but I had it
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| Work the block, no, beat the block all night, girl, I’m Michael Jackson
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| Uh, I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m brackin'
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| I ain’t gotta sell drugs no more, baby girl, I’m crackin'
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| Yeah, why play when we love to shoot?
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| I hate that you turned your back on me, I had way too much love for you, yeah
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| I see that you fallin' back from me, huh, ain’t no more askin' me, yeah
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| Ain’t no more cappin' me (Nah), can’t get no cash from me
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| Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
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| Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me
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| All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly
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| You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon'
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| thug for me
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| Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
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| Always callin' me big bruh, and you don’t know me
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| Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
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| I can’t count this shit up, true story
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| Got kicked in my ass, my loyalty used against me, look at what love did
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| I was betrayed, the streets had led us astray when we was just kids
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| I been to the pen', got tough skin
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| I run with the real, so what then?
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| I hope he don’t fold when he go up the road
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| Send money for soap, enough, yeah
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| And I’m on the road to riches
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| Money attractin' these niggas and scandalous hoes, already knowin' the business
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| Doin' the best we can, we pickin' up cans, one of the strongest members
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| One of your partners went dig in your pockets, you say you ain’t got it,
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| he throwin' a triple
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| All in his feelings, he making these songs and disses, still I control the city
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| Pray God touch your soul, get rid of the coldness in it
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| Learn to control my feelings
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| I let it go and I got me a load delivered
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| Got me some soldiers, makin' 'em do what I showed 'em
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| That’s how you 'posed to get it
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| Not ashamed to say I’m afraid to get close to niggas
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| Always wanted me a Cutlass, huh, with the bucket seat
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| Always grew up hustling, gettin' money, the hood showed love to me
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| All my young niggas sprayin', so on my side, this shit get ugly
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| You ain’t stand up for your mans, so don’t be lyin', talkin' 'bout you gon'
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| thug for me
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| Always on my dick, bruh, you don’t love me
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| Always callin' me big bruh, and you don’t know me
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| Oh, I can’t make this shit up, trust me
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| I can’t count this shit up, true story |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Story , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп