| I’m on the phone with lil mane, tryna see the move
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| It’s in the streets so you know I’m goin' with my mood
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| I got a shoota' on my side every time I move
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| Say he plottin' when he try, put him on the news
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| I’m head huncho of that gang, and I call shots
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| These niggas runnin' to the laws when we let off shots
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| I leave the house protected when up in the block
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| XL magazine hangin' off the Glock
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| I stop by OG Beanie for to get some purple
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| I got a lot on my mind so I roll up
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| If you know me then you know I ain’t no hoe
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| How the fuck you bring them niggas in my circle
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| If it ain’t about the guap, you can’t talk 'bout nothin'
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| I’m the sickest with this shit, you know how I’m comin'
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| I go ape, but I’m still king of the jungle
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| Before I stand down, gotta put me under
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| I’m in the north, nigga you know where to find us
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| I’m with that gang and you knowin' that we strapped up
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| Lotta shots, no we don’t need no backup
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| All that reppin' like you steppin' get you lined up
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| Everywhere I go you know I keep that iron tucked
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| Just in case I run into some problems
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| Never sleepin', keep it with me, nigga run up he gon' get it
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| Any interferences you know we ain’t trippin'
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| When it’s time for to beefin' runnin' to the choppas
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| Let down the window when it hit, all you see is fire
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| Do anything in the world for my sister, momma
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| Fuck a bitch, I don’t talk to my baby mama
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| And I better not hear my name flyin' through the wind
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| Make me send Pap for to spin the benz
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| I appreciate the love but don’t need the fame
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| I just want the money, I don’t want no friends
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| Deno knockin' at the door, let him come inside
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| Ben wet em up, somebody want a 35
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| Cold hearted, lost my mind when Lil Dave died
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| Uncle told, know my daddy doin' fifty five
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| 187 211 it’s a homicide
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| Strapped up choppas with us when we take the ride
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| Thirty niggas sendin' shots from the other side
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| We gon' see who gon' ride when you niggas die
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| Dave gone nigga hit my dog with a choppa
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| Come round the building, caught him slippin', Pap say he got him
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| NBA GG, we don’t do no partners
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| Catch the fool, we gon' burn him and his partner
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| Gettin' money, gang gang, no I won’t change
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| Somebody rattin' how they knew about the purp &the codeine
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| The moral of the story’s the money, mane
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| I ain' trustin' he too deep, so I’m hustlin' with my team
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| I can’t wait 'til I get on, for my gang I got 'em
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| Half everything I’ma get to my momma
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| Me and P gon' live it up cause we was robbin' for the dollaz
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| Time in the cage for the love of the money
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| Walked in with my gang… with my gang NBA
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| It ain’t no turn down, turn up to the morning
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| Whole lotta money
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| Walked to one side and them bad bitches followin'
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| Broke niggas, I don’t get along with 'em
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| Walked in just me and my niggas (Just me and my gang)
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| Bad bitches follow us when we hit the door, heard spider gang came with us
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| Bitches want your money, niggas want your fame
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| Some locked up, Some put up in the grave
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| On Lil Dave, gang gang, no I won’t change
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| The moral of the story’s the money, mane
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| Broke niggas, I don’t get along with 'em
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| Walked in just me and my niggas (Just me and my gang)
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| Bad bitches follow us when we hit the door, heard spyder gang came with us
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| Bitches want your money, niggas want your fame
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| Some locked up, Some put up in the grave
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| On Lil Dave, gang gang, no I won’t change
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| The moral of the story’s the money, mane |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Moral , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Before I Go, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп