| Mommy, India got the beats
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| I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw (Lilkdubb)
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| Don’t want smoke, bitch ass nigga
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| Look
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| I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
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| You should head home, baby girl, if you’re stressin'
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| I’m smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
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| She won’t leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain’t no textin'
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| She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
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| We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, «Obey»
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| Shawty Y ridin' with that fire, okay, okay
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| Think it’s time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
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| Okay, what you on, nigga?
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| I just popped a flat and I been rollin' since this mornin', nigga
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| Pistol, thirty strap is on my lap, I put it on a nigga
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| Play and you gon' die, and believe me, boy, you’re not the only nigga
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| Boy, you should’ve known this, nigga
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| Pull up with them cutters to standoff, yeah (Pussy, baow), yeah
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| Aimin' at your mama, or your sister, daddy head, yeah
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| Leave that boy for dead, let the coroners pick him up, yeah
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| Right now I won’t move 'cause these pills got me stuck (Baow, baow)
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| What the fuck? |
| Tell these hoes I say good luck
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| My youngins rappin' like it’s snow, but not Tha Bluff (Yeah, baow)
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| Pop your noggin if you’re actin' like you’re tough
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| I got money and I feel it ain’t enough
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| What it is? |
| We got sticks off in this truck
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| It’s strictly smoke, I let it off, these bitch ass niggas blow a puff
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| Fuck that ho, tear off the door, it ain’t no sense to even duck
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| This pussy nigga tried to run, I hit the corner, then I bust
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| She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
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| We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, «Obey»
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| Shawty Y ridin' with that fire, okay, okay
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| Think it’s time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
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| All that murder shit, I seen it, yeah, chop out and I’m beamin'
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| I got all these bitches screamin', it’s dirty, I’ma clean it
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| I’ma spray it with that mop, I’m like, «Bitch, give me a reason»
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| I got thirty in this Glock, I’ma hit and clear the scene and now
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| I just spent a half a million, I ain’t trippin' 'cause I got it
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| I just gave Big Meech a fifty and I say I bust the body
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| I’m so loaded, play, I pop it, I got narcotics in my body
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| Ride with that Draco in my Rolls-Royce, once you start it, you can’t stop it
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| I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
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| You should head home, baby girl, if you’re stressin'
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| I’m smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
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| She won’t leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain’t no textin'
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| She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
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| We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, «Obey»
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| Shawty Y ridin' with that fire, okay, okay
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| Think it’s time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
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| Free DDawg, nigga
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| Northside 38 (We shoot 'em, baow, baow)
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| 4KTrey, ain’t nobody safe, we put guns to the face
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| Bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today? |
| It’s on (Yeah)
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| I been on some shit like this (The drop, okay, okay)
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| I aim at you and I step with that stick on me, you hear me?
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| (We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, «Obey»)
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| If you get the ups on me, bitch ass nigga
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| You still ain’t win, you heard me?
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| 'Cause you gon' have to step on me before you take anything, believe that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Okay, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп