| The good thing about bein' counted out and left for dead
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| They never see you comin'
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| Regardless of what you goin' through, young brother
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| Remember, bad days always a promise that better days is around the corner
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| I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
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| Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind
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| Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
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| He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
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| This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
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| Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
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| And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
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| Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision
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| This for them thug niggas in the street (Street), can’t go nowhere without the
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| heat (The heat)
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| And he ain’t playin' no games, load that bitch and bang it if they want the
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| beef (Rrah)
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| Them computer games’ll get you deleted, he ain’t got that iron, he ain’t
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| sleepin' (Uh-uh)
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| And lately he been doin' bad, he ready to flash for the littlest reason
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| Got too many people in the ghetto (Ghetto), it’s hard for me to let go (Let go)
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| I’ll get all my sleep when I’m dead, bitch, what the fuck I need to rest for?
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| Bust that boy up, he ain’t die, lil' unlucky, but he blessed, though (You
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| blessed)
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| Fuck the police, I ain’t talkin', put me in the room, I got strep throat (Damn)
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| I ain’t have no money for a pistol, I had to rob a nigga with a fake gun (Get
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| 'em)
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| Bought a pistol, got caught with it, said «Fuck Bail», now I’m on the run (Run)
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| Give a fuck if you a lil' older, in these streets you gon' be my son (For real)
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| Get your money up, 'cause when you beefin' with no money, ain’t no fun
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| I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
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| Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind
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| Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
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| He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
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| This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
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| Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
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| And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
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| Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision
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| Okay, my young nigga don’t smoke, but he keep a smoke pole, huh
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| Big bro still smokin' and he on parole
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| I used to hate my grandma house, that shit was full of roaches, hey
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| I be paranoid, so watch how you approach me
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| Ayy, one day, we gon' make it out the ghetto
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| I had a dream that I was rich, I woke up dead broke (I was dead broke)
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| I swear, I shed so many tears I can’t cry no more (Cry no more)
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| They gave lil' bro so many years he can’t slide no more, uh
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| Chasin' so much paper that my leg broke, yeah, uh
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| Trappin' and finessin' off a earphone, uh
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| Ayy, finger-fuck that money, treat it like a redbone
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| Nigga play, I’ll put his name on a headstone
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| I got some niggas doin' time, got some niggas slangin' iron
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| Tryna make it out the ghetto only thing that’s on his mind
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| Feel like you won’t, they try to tell 'em everything gon' be fine
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| He on his own, everybody left 'em behind (Yeah)
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| This for them thugs in the trenches and them ones waitin' on the visits
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| Free all them niggas in prison, I wouldn’t wish that on my enemy
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| And all of my thugs in the ghetto (Woah), jealous
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| Keep grindin', you gon' get it, nobody gotta see your vision, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Holiday , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп