| I ain’t no bad person, no
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| Ayy I ain’t no gangster, ain’t no killer
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| I ain’t no gangbanger, I’m me
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| Like everybody make mistakes, that’s life
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| Name one fuckin' person who ain’t make mistakes, you feel me?
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| Man like we, I don’t know what to say
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| I don’t know if I’m targeted
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| I don’t know if it’s from what I speak about, like I don’t know
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| I just shit, until I’m dead I’ma be me
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And they ain’t never seen this shit before
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| Ooh, BigHead on the beat
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| Young nigga shit
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| Bitch, gang, gang, gang, gang, hrrr
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| 38 Baby
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| Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain
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| Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains
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| Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain
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| I ain’t gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed
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| I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past
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| I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag
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| Havin' shootouts broad day and we runnin' from task
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| I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I’ll never stand down
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| Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds
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| Go to shoot and try to run
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| Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down
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| Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads
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| Now he can’t make a sound
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| Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
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| Tell me he want smoke, 187, that’s that same shit
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| 357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain quick
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| Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit
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| Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass
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| I told her turn around and bust it open
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| That Soulja Slim, that C Murder, come in the tank just like No Limit soldier
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| I’m poppin' X so I’m steady rollin'
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| Say he a gangster, got his chest out
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| When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him
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| None of these niggas ain’t never play with me
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| Play with me, I bet you see
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| Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep
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| Bitch I’m out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets
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| Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet
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| Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in
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| People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in
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| Same shit you did to go to jail, don’t do that shit again
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| Bitch I’m screamin' fuck you, never change, thuggin' to the end
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| I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for?
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| Why they steady sayin' the gon' snatch my chain though?
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| You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though?
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| Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow
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| I’ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)
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| I’ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah)
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| Overdose, I kill 'em slow
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| What’s the 4−1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever
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| You ain’t got no bodies, you ain’t 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper
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| You play with me, bitch ain’t no hidin', ain’t nobody can help you
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| Send your ass to the devil, in envelope like a letter
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| Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it
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| It’s all brass like a penny, only see fire when I spit it
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| I ain’t shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it
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| Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overdose , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Until Death Call My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп