| You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds
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| All this shit I got it come from sacrificin'
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| My family good, and all this cake around me
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| Everything I got it comes from sacrificin'
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices
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| I sacrificed my life just to feed my fam
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| And if I had 2 nigga I’d do it again
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| I sacrificed these bitches for a hunned band
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| She asked me can she catch my nut
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| I said I’ll catch you when I can
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| I call my LA bitch I call you when I land
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| She move when I say I got her on voice command
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| Huh, that how I get down, that how I get around
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| Get messed up too far out of bounce
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| While I’m somewhere west spending cake out of town
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| Done sacrificed the last 10 years of my life
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| To these streets nigga that’s how I got my money right
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| Ask the streets about me they gonn' tell you it ain’t a game
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| Homie, the most valuable nigga in the game
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| That’s why I keep that thang on me
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| You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds
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| All this shit I got it come from sacrificin'
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| My family good, and all this cake around me
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| Everything I got it comes from sacrificin'
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices
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| I came into this world without a damn thang
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| Counting 7 at bands, and start a Paper Rap campaign
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| I’m just a high class, south Memphis dope boy
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| Hey my nigga close the door, we smoking dope boy
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| Did all this shit on my own, ain’t that dope boy
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| Only thang I fear is God and I swear I fear going broke boy
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| All the young niggas, they depend on me
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| I fucked the shit out of lil mama
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| She went run her mouth, now her friends want me
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| I just be laughing at hoes, old ratchet ass hoes
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| Old maggot ass hoes
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| A long time ago, I sacrificed all the bitches and bitch niggas
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| I smoked a blunt them prayed to God
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| To keep letting my bank account getting bigger
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| You see these fast cars, these shiny diamonds
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| All this shit I got it come from sacrificin'
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| My family good, and all this cake around me
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| Everything I got it comes from sacrificin'
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| You can’t be a boss until you make some sacrifices
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| Sacrifices, sacrifices
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| I’m just a dope boy that make good sacrifices |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sacrifices , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album High Class Street Music 3: Trappin' out a Mansion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп