| Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
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| I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
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| Mad man, nigga don’t hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
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| Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
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| I see murder in my eyes
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| Pussy nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
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| Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
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| My manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
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| Tell that boy I’ma see him, nigga
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| Tell him I say don’t come fish around this lake, bitch, and that’s real, nigga
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| Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
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| Soon as the other boy touch down, I’ma be pushin' his wig bag
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| Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas
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| See they cookin' up, I ain’t gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I’m tryna
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| bang with 'em
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| Real dead man out in Relly Park, I done arranged killers
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| Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
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| Mask on, slang that heater
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| Man down, call the people
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| Got 'em tryna troll
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| Pussy nigga drove that he can’t get no feature
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| I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
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| Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
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| Don’t like me, then fuck 'em, I won’t go that way with gang, nigga
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| Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
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| Pussy-ass niggas ain’t trappers, they ain’t factors, they can’t hang with us
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| As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
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| That’s two for one
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| Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
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| Dead rapper
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| I been trippin', Obama know just how I come
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| Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
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| Known disses and a nigga know I’m still sellin' bar like I ain’t got no money
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| Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
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| I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
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| Mad man, nigga don’t hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
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| Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
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| I see murder in my eyes
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| Pussy nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
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| Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
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| I say all these hoes ain’t nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
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| I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain’t safe on Sunday
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| Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
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| I ain’t got no love for shit, the North, you know I’m leavin' somethin'
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| Take your shit, I’m keepin' that, niggas know I’m SooWoo
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| Invest inside that youngin who movin' R’s so I’ve been sellin' blues
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| That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
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| All that he said was, «Watch the news»
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| Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
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| It was two victims ain’t make it through
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| California with hella pounds
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| Drive around with hella troops
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| I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
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| Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
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| Wan' get up with me, but I don’t fuck with you
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| All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
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| Bounty hundred, bitch, tryna eat the crew
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| Got my son screamin' out, «Do me too»
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| Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
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| Contagious whack
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| Them hollows came from me, hope you ain’t catch that
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| Correct that
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| Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
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| I already done addressed that
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| He had a show, tell me where the next at
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| I got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow), them niggas hoes
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| Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don’t want me no more
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| We done did a run, the second option gon' be a solo
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| My godmama want me to visit her, but it’s too much smoke
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| Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
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| I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
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| Mad man, nigga don’t hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
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| Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
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| I see murder in my eyes
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| Pussy nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
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| Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
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| I’m like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
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| Leave one dead, I leave one dead
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| D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
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| Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
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| Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
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| If you know me, you know I’m never home alone
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| Got XDs by the TV stand |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Trollz, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп