| Please don’t me for a reason
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| Feelings gone and there’s nothing I can say
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| Please don’t ask me for a reason
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| Feelings gone and there’s nothing I can say
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| Yeah!
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| Never mind him he never mind me
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| We caught it a flaw character, disregard it
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| Scorned like a Scarlet letter, and let everybody know upon first glance
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| Bound his hands and his head in a stocks route
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| Everybody watch smack him
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| Humiliated, upheld by the dual blading
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| Double edged, the razor sharp wedge prying
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| Life is hard, even harder when you not trying
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| Flying, unidentified object
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| The most complexed concept, ma conquest
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| A conquistador tryna conquer more
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| Willie, a bought a Tommy young kapor
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| Yankee doodle fucking southern bells
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| Puffin L’s shemay L all is well
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| Swell I never dwell
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| I rather see a nigga eye swollen
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| I don’t take no breaks, semi colon
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| Prefer Henne no Coca Cola
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| But so ill like Ekola from Angola
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| Willie, nigga lock broke off
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| These niggas fold like a brochure
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| Uh huh!
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| Ayo fuck that
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| I slid a nigga round in dope no joke
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| Seen Smokey Roberts end up on the floor
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| Pull a rope on these bitch ass niggas that sniff coke
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| Need a minute, plus in time intermission we can foke
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| Fuck a book throw a nigga a towel or get smoked
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| I’ll clap you to sell it if I have to for O’s
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| Drive pass you come back and harass you for doe
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| Time is money which everybody know
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| Cut your hands off now stinking by the toe
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| Sharper than nigga sword that nigga go let you know
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| I’m on the go, niggas mad ma backpacks on the greyhound
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| Will of all people shootback fucking lay down
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| No rap battles at 8 miles these fake clowns all get chop down
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| And Ace now protect y’all
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| Not all pawns on the board like connect fours
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| Niggers mattered in the morrow I stretch raw
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| Caught a nigga in the mess so I stepped off yeah!
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| Ma flow catching a cold
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| Fix it with some
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| Dog doing cup, of some cold water hard cause i’m stuck up all
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| In ma pro too
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| More medication for ma full dedication
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| For all those who’s been waiting
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| To see god verse hating
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| I might die cause my fever too high, ma head might bust
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| We all chilling folk
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| Why you gun don’t bust, yeh yeh yeh yeh you better slow down
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| Whip you ankle out you feet now, Whip you ankle out you feet
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| Pigeon toe mother fucker Pigeon toe mother fucker
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| This not happy feet, she got angry feet
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| This not destiny, that’s false chemistry
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| You know what I mean
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| So so we we we come
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| We we we try to like spot out a like 5 or 10 years ahead and whatever
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| You know what I mean on some like
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| Yo we gonna be like by this time we should have this much or whatever
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| You know what I mean
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| We try to calculate ahead of time, you know what I mean
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| Where we can’t just mess around and just get no be oh everybody just fall off
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| You know what I mean where we got nothing to fall back on
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| You know what I mean so we just trying to get hey
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| And make sure we all secure for our foundation, our babies
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| Our family and everything |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wu Babies, artist - Young Dirty BastardAlbum song The Living Daylights, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп