| See, This that shit they been waitin on. |
| You know?
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| This that buy out. |
| and that buy on
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| This my life nigga, Know what im sayin?
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| This the shit im goin through, the state of mind im in right now ya feel me? |
| Hah
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| Alright. |
| You can put a little delay on it from here? |
| Dont even erase that shit,
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| thats the intro. |
| We keepin it like that.
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| a hundred miles and runnin, niggas gunnin at the enemy
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| NIggas switchin sides, givin up like its the end of me
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| Nigga holla family, but i know these niggas envy me
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| pound heat, thuggin till the mothafuckas sentence me
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| Im a trendin topic, top down bitch im ridin in the 'rarri
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| If you dont like me then im sorry
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| Same ole G, Im just bein me fuck a crittic
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| I rap about the shit 'cause i did it
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| Life dont change, neither do the game
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| New niggas get money, but the rules stay the same
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| Who im gonna sign with? |
| Who im wanna grind with?
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| Thats my only question nigga, CMG Im dyin with
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| Cocaine muzik, Commas and Guns
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| Every nigga i fuck with, went to jail i made their bond
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| I never leave the house without my chain or my gun
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| Got on my dopeboy Guccis on, a fresh pair of 1's
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| «Preachin»
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| Murder was the case nigga. |
| Jump a hurrdle, Win a race nigga
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| Then i put it in ya face nigga. |
| Face on my case nigga
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| Told my lawyer go to trial. |
| Im doin it big in the meanwhile
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| If i lose, raise Mariah for me. |
| If i die, Bust that fire for me
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| Pour out some liquor and get higher for me
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| Im doin this one for my homeboys.
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| Im hollerin Oh Lord, Some shit we cant afford
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| I just be speakin from the heart but sometimes it rhymes
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| Am i, a real rapper or just some nigga with lines?
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| I dont know, Im confused. |
| Do isupposed to be rich?
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| You know that hoe aint ya hoe, she just yo supposed to be bitch
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| No supposed to be click, dont want no allys
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| Its CMG homie, and WE DONT FRANCHISE
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| I get green guys, off the white pies
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| Dope in that pot, and it get baptized
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| Haleluja, Bless my shootas
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| Serve my Js up, watch em hit that shoot up
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| Fuck this rap shit, I dont fit in
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| All the fuck boyz, all these fake friends
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| Streets on fire, plug on go mode
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| Streets so damn dry, i might get a truck load
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| Fuck yo contract, I wont sign that
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| Labels keep callin me, but i wont call back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buy Out , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album CM7: The World Is Yours, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп