| Five in the morning, I’m up
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| Droppin' the pints and you know that I’m at it (at it)
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| I’ma tell you when to come
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| My girl left early in the morning
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| Talkin' 'bout she goin' to get her hair done, bitch I ain’t dumb
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| I can play the same game, call a bitch over to the hotel room and I’m bustin'
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| her up
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| Nigga on my dick inside the club
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| Sayin' he got bricks, I’ma get him drunk
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| Money on deck, meet me by the truck
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| I don’t give a fuck, Ben stick 'em up
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| On the phone, bitch I’m runnin' it with dump
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| Nigga pull up, man I’m finna come
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| Me and Jordan Dixon riding through that North
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| Down 38th, strapped with a pump
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| Birdman got that dogfood up in valley park, posted up goin' dumb
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| Kevin Gates, I remember we was young
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| Strapped up bitch, forty with a drum
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| Yeah, bitch I’m gettin' it
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| Straight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenches
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| No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it
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| Know how I’m living, AI YoungBoy I’m the sickest
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| Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards)
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| But you know that I ain’t goin' for it (you know that I ain’t goin' for it)
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| I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar)
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| Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy)
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| They ain’t believe that I did it
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| Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences
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| Forty Glock in my britches
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| Tell that nigga he can get it
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| They ain’t believe that I did it
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| Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences
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| Forty Glock in my britches
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| Tell that nigga he can get it
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| Tall gall, stand tall, had to turn my phone off
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| Pray to living God that I never ever fall off
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| Really going in, I’m headed for the powerball
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| Missed call, call log, had to turn my phone off
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| Diamonds in my teeth and you knowin' that I’ll eat you out
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| Fuck you real good, yeah you knowin' what I’m really 'bout
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| Scuffed real good, yeah you know we could fight it outs
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| Strapped up good, what you mean, we could shoot it out
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| Dumb, ayy, hold up
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| Dumb, ayy, hold up
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| Dumb, ayy, hold up
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| Dumb, ayy, hold up
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| Feds got us on they billboards (got us on they billboards)
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| But you know that I ain’t goin' for it (you know that I ain’t goin' for it)
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| I stay hidden from the radar (hidden from the radar)
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| Under tint in them foreign cars (ayy)
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| Yeah, bitch I’m gettin' it
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| Straight out the North, bitch I come straight out them trenches
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| No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it
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| Know how I’m living, AI YoungBoy I’m the sickest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coordination , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Ain't Too Long, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп