| Nigga playin' 'round with that dope, we send him straight through and fell
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| I go post up in the North, I’m on the block causing hell
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| I tell my dude lock down that corner, don’t give a fuck 'bout no 12
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| 'Cause once them bitches lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is
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| the sound)
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| And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what’s mine
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slime
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| I’m smokin' pine, I’m totin' that iron, it’s every time that I’m slidin'
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| I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch wan' play with my mind
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| I ain’t got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
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| Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme
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| I come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
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| Plus I’m servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three times
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| I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
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| I’ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
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| She want a sixty, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed
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| He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain’t gotta take no bath
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| Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your on off
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| I ain’t quarantinin' for a reason, we ain’t closin' no stores
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| I’m still screamin', «Killer season,"zippin' shit 'bout my bros
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| We got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that’s the code
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| Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell
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| I chase that money like I’m Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell
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| And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelve
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| With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells
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| This is music to another level, cold-blooded fuckin' stepper
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| How much that you made now? |
| I say 20 M’s or better
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| So I got money for to fuck up, rap gon' pay or settle
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| Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us
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| Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four pound
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| You can’t use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down
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| They slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn’t no showdown
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| We blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho down
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| Do a verse and get it back, I couldn’t take a loss, huh
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| But bitch, you play with mine, your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh
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| Couldn’t ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh
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| Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (All down)
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| Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
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| It’s on birthday, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| Got the camera on me now,
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| bitch ass nigga
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| But I got somethin' that’ll flash you way worser
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| Ol' bitch ass nigga, I’ll dirt him, you hear me?
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| You already know how I get down, you already know how I’m bomin'
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| Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang
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| You’ll be in, you’ll be in
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| Ayy, what he say? |
| You’ll be in or you’ll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?
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| You’ll be in, and that’s on Dump
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| Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you’ll get slumped on this side, believe that
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| Yeah, what you on, foe?
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| Rapper gon' give it back and that’s a fact |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I-10 Baby , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп