| Oh, really? |
| Yeah
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| Oh, really? |
| Yeah
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| I’m scared to break the top (Why?)
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| I’m scared to make a mess because I’m watched by the cops (Fuck 'em)
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| I’m scared to count my blessings 'cause I’m being watched by my opps (Foes)
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| But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp
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| Now he out like a light (Ayy)
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| Every nigga with me slime and sheisty
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| Stay on the PJ but I don’t sight-see (No cap)
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| Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (Call me)
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| Lil-lil-lil-lil mama tryna fight me (Ayy)
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| I got slatt engraved, it in my Nikes
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| Oh, you caught a body? |
| Doesn’t excite me (Fool)
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| All my niggas murderers, you tiny
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| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
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| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
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| Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (Yeah)
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| Slime, do you got clocks? |
| Nigga, twenty times four (Let's go)
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| Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (Let's go)
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| I’ma rob that bank, I’ma-I'ma rob that bank (Uh, rob that bank)
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| If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (On God)
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| They stabbed him, and he died 'cause it’s pointy, and they yank it (Woo)
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| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
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| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
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| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
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| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
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| Straight up out the 6, I don’t talk, I just fire (Straight up)
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| Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (On God)
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| Niggas clout chasing, they don’t want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
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| I just cooked the opp block in a deep fryer (Straight up)
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| We don’t go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit (On God)
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| Y’all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the fuck you hit? |
| (21)
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| She let me nut in her jaw, I would’ve hit raw, but she ain’t had walls (21)
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| This ain’t middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls (On
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| God)
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| 30 hanging off my TEC, ain’t no tippy-toe, nigga, we step (21)
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| Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting round your neck
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| (Pussy)
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| Busta, I coulda booked you for a show same price that I booked this jet (Fool)
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| 12 'bout to run in and now they interrogate me if you got hit below the neck
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| (Shh)
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| Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (Ayy)
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| I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (Cook him)
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| Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (Yeah)
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| Slime, do you got clocks? |
| Nigga, twenty times four (Let's go)
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| Yeah, nigga flexing money, if I want it, then I’ll take it (Okay)
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| Heard you run no faces, you ain’t heard? |
| I shoot faces (Yeah)
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| Fuck shit better save it, you ain’t heard? |
| We don’t play it (No cap)
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| If a nigga have some beef with us, he met the pavement (Gang gang)
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| This that ain’t no cap at all, I can’t hang around no fraud
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| Niggas hating 'cause I ball (Grra), problem solved
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| Hit your bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws
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| Bitch, we slimey as they come, my youngin probably snake his dog
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| Cop that Rove' (Woo, woo), in that Rove' (Woo, woo, skrr)
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| All my niggas sick, they wipe your nose
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| Ain’t never froze, blow my pole (Boom, boom)
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| Heard you gangster, it don’t count no more, you told (Pussy)
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| No, this Raf shit can’t change, we just running up them bands (Let's go)
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| Tryna figure out which opp that’s gonna get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
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| Pop the pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (Let's go)
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| Please don’t play like I won’t hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan
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| I’m going big, and it ain’t rigged (And it ain’t rigged)
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| Yeah, that lil pussy pink like a pig (Just like a pig)
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| Freaky lil bitch (Freaky), drinking my spit (Drink it)
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| I was riding in the Rove', the one with no lid, a half a mil' (Half a mil')
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| Designer her kicks, she wants to wear Prada (Designer)
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| She said she got white paint on her toes (Woo)
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| Peepin' their face, niggas been mad since before (Since before)
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| Yeah, in a Continental with your hoe, nigga (In a Continental)
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| I just bought a rental, fuck the incidental
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| Put it in her liver, she just like my pickle
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| Knew since I was little not to talk to pillars (Skrr)
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| Made the news one week, it took off like a missile (Skrr skrr)
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| Quietly peel your top off, potatoes (Skrr skrr)
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| We got now, we got next, nigga (Skrr skrr)
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| Can I live in a skyscraper? |
| (Skrr skrr)
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| I got mills and I’m not gon' cake her (Skrr skrr)
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| I got seals and I’m scared to break 'em
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| Most of these niggas, they played out
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| Most of these bitches is played out
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| Peepin' they faces, they mad 'cause my cake up
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| Living in the Matrix
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| All of my rings, all of my shades, all my baguettes
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| Play for the cases, niggas really be on your head
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| The racks on your head, they might catch you caking
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| We traveling daily, and I got hoes on replacement
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| We serving out a basement with camera surveillance
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| Pouring up Laker and rocking the latest |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Scared, artist - Young Thug. Album song So Much Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп