| Don’t question me about nothing I don’t owe nobody no convo
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| Wanna do somethin' fo me then make my little brother bond ho
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| Might order me a few bottles, bring it to me with the sparkles
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| A couple partners just came home, just dropped all the charges
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| And this ghost is lookin' gorgeous
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| I think I might just set this bitch or forgis
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| 1 time for my old homie he died behind that gold Roley
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| 2 times fo them broke bitches been actin' like they don’t know me
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| Yes I am the new wave with these black shades and my new J’s
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| And I got the Unit sittin' back ontop like Toupee’s
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| I like all my pussy paid, I eat all my pussy shaved
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| Produc-Product of these projects, I’ma sell my dope regardless
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| Back gettin' money with 50 but i still feel like i’m starving
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| Ho ye I know what I’m chargin', bitch don’t start all that arguing
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| And just cuz you see this phantom don’t mean I still ain’t robbin'
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| Ay wassup wassup Harlem back on my Brooklyn Bullshit
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| And I’m crossing queen’s bridge with a white brick and a full clip
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| Forgi’s with 2 inch lips, I set my Vette bow-legged
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| My bitch don’t need no makeup and my pictures don’t need no edit
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| I’ve just been going ratchet, fuck a rapper I wrap that package
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| You can’t buy no gift with plastic, so I ain’t worried bout payin' no taxes
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| Look i just need a stove and somewhere to dump my ashes
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| Let em check my fashion everytime the camera flashin'
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| (Do you know how many gangsters lost they life for this?)
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| Yeah, I got partners lost they life for this, my homeboy doin life for this
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| (Do you know how many people lost they life for this?)
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| Yeah, I know killers took his life for this, you might get your life for this
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| Forensics make the truth come to light, blue star spray see the blood in dark
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| light
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| Thank god my homie 25 to life, plus his DNA was on the scene that’s the type
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| Gangsta’s payed they dues lost they life for this, over small shit you can get
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| yo ass hit
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| Duckin' demons in my sleep, I’m sky dweller dreaming bout them lears and model
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| freaks
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| Water whippin' by the stove, Work, in the eye can’t breathe fuck police, shirt
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| 2 brick of dope, table full of wax paper, traffic in the trap a nigga finally
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| made it
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| Man this shit too real, too much beef I need 2 grills
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| Can’t be swangin' at ya i’m bangin' at ya, I’m too lil'
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| Get yo mama killed over a dollar bill
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| Just cracked them dice you don’t know how I feel
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| Strap up and walk back off, you know how it is, no genre
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| Lay it down, nobody move don’t make a sound
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| Get yo daughter drowned prayers go out to Bobby Brown
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| You think I got time to take a loss for this?
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| You know how many guns I done bought for this
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| Ya head comin' off for this, I work hard for this
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| I’m hard to hit, killer on call for this
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| She used to play hard to get, now I’m hard to miss
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| She gon pop me off for this, she gon top me off for this
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| My nigga done it all for this, we even duck the law for this
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| Just saw King Kevo on first 48, my youngin’s ain’t talk for this huh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Welcome to the Hood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп