| Too many real ones locked up
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| I want them niggas to hear this from stadium to stadium
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| Free Major Grams
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| Free Shell
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| Free Poochie
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| Gangsta Grillz
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| Free Pookie-Pook
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| Free my nigga kenny
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| Free 20 Dog and free Maro
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| Free the whole Edison gang
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| Free my nigga Q Money
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| Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
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| Big boss worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
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| Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Bendin' blocks and runnin' from the cops, yeah, uh
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| I remember ridin' in hotboxes, yeah, uh
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| Ay, we were somewhere tryna pop and lock
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| We spot it out then we gon' pop the top
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| Made eighty thousand on the auto mall on that boy
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| I can’t fuck with none of you lil' suckas, you niggas lollipops
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| And we good at poppin' Glocks
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| My lil' brother Jay caught a body, he don’t know how to stop
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| I’m trappin', bitch, I might run off
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| Uh, we be in the 'partment, uh, we got hard and soft, huh
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| Used to pull out, get a ten, come back and break you off
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| Now my leather real soft, now I’m prolly at Weezy house
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| I put VVs in my mouth, my potna cold clean you out, yeah
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| We made it this far, nigga, we stars (Uh huh)
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| Plus I hold the chopper like I hold a guitar (Yeah)
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| Now I pull strings like a guitar
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| That lean got me throwed off, BG just like O-Dogg (Yeah)
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| Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
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| Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
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| Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
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| Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
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| Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Ay, you think we just gon' sit here and starve
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| Fuck wrong with y’all? |
| (Nah)
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| Think we ain’t gon' play by my dawg, what wrong with y’all?
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| We ain’t got no pressure slangin' gun, fuck the law, huh
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| If we ain’t got no paper we gon' go sell the raw
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| Call my youngin, they pull up with stick, sell 'em somethin'
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| Only for the money, they tryna take holmes head off, uh
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| From where we comin', you know we so hard head, y’all
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| I lost my cousin to a bitch and my cousin wasn’t even involved
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| I’m thuggin', ready for war (What else?)
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| They ain’t care about my nigga, why the fuck should I care about y’alls?
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| Fuck it, go kill 'em all, uh
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| Raised up in public houses
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| With no room on the bed, we had to sleep on the couches, yeah
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| Now we in the club, I got my foot on the couch and shit
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| My nigga dead, we gotta shoot up they house and shit
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| They like, «We train with the feds, we don’t know how to miss»
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| Only med sippin' red, I don’t know how to quit, yeah
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| Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
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| Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
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| Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Look, two cups of Promethazine got me faded
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| Big boss, worth a couple mill, bitch, I made it
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| Uh, Super Bowl ring and my cup look like the stadium, yeah
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Yeah
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| Rest in peace, Gino
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| I remember we used to hustle by the stadium
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| Yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turner Field (Stadiums) , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album 650Luc, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп