| Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
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| Come from the streets, stay with that heat
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| Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
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| I’m shooting if I hear a peep
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| I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
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| They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
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| Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
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| So I started with head, I make her go deep
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| I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
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| I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
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| I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
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| You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin', get your head blown
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| Head blown straight up out of the system
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| Made nigga on the block with them killers
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| On go, gorillas, everybody official
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| Tricking bad, if he fall, I’ma lift him
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| If you loyal to me, I’m one hundred right back
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| If you want him domed, for a fact, I’ma clip him
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| I was down bad, I ain’t blame no one, nigga
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| Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
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| D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
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| Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
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| On god, these niggas ain’t playin' my way
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| He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
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| I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
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| You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch
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| Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
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| Come from the streets, stay with that heat
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| Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
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| I’m shooting if I hear a peep
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| I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
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| They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
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| Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
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| So I started with head, I make her go deep
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| I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
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| I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
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| I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
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| You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin', get your head blown
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| I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
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| Bitch, I’m grippin', you probably slippin', what’s the word?
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| I ain’t goin' right now, I don’t give a fuck 'bout what you heard
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| I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back)
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| I got out of my sack, I can’t fuck up the bag
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| I’ma run up a check, I’ma never relax
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| I be keeping it cool, I ain’t none of them dudes
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| You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
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| If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
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| For some stupid lil' shit, I ain’t trippin' on that
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| When they said they want smoke, how I’m 'posed to react?
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| But they know that it’s up and I’m stickin' to that
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| Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
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| I’m a factor, relapse, now I’m ready to run
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| If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
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| But they can’t get away when I strike with this gun
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| Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
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| Sippin' on lean and I’m smoking red Runtz
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| Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
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| Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done
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| Okay, I’m geeked, I need a beat
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| Come from the streets, stay with that heat
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| Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
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| I’m shooting if I hear a peep
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| I ain’t with the fuckery, I’m a real G
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| They know that it’s up but ain’t out of they reach
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| Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
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| So I started with head, I make her go deep
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| I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
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| I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
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| I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
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| You see I’m loaded but ain’t slippin', get your head blown |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Blown , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album AI YoungBoy 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп