| We all got a lotta niggas hatin'
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| W-w-w-w-winners circle
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| But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
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| You hear me? |
| (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
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| Bitch I really be rappin', all my niggas really be trappin'
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| You hear me? |
| But tell me what’s the difference though
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| This for Lil Ben (Ben)
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| Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
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| I done did it again (again)
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| This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
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| They callin' again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
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| I’m fallin' again (that's my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
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| Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
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| Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique
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| This shit ain’t playin', ain’t no tellin' how worser can it get (can it get)
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| Let it play out 'cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)
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| I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
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| We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
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| Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
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| Heard these niggas want it, grab the cutta, time to roll (skrrt)
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| Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see 'em (bow, bow,
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| bow)
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| MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear 'em (pew, pew)
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| Bitch we really steppin', he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
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| 'Til that nigga die I open fire every time I see him
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| Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon' get 'em though
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| Every day I’m runnin' with some hittas straight up out that four
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| Really big B livin', sellin' drugs right up off the porch
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| Play 'round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin' choke
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| 'Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
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| Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
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| What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
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| I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
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| I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
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| Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
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| I want a nigga for to take it from me
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| I heard these pussy niggas hatin' on me
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| I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
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| They know that we stay 'bout whatever (yeah)
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| If he play then you know we gon' stretch him (yeah)
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| I’m runnin' with some cold steppers (steppers)
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| They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
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| Say he gon' rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
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| Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)
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| This for Lil Ben (yeah)
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| Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
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| I done did it again (yeah)
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| This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
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| They callin' again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
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| I’m fallin' again (that's my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
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| Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
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| Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique
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| This shit ain’t playin', ain’t no tellin' how worser can it get (ooh)
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| Let it play out 'cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eli, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Master the Day of Judgement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп