| I’m that lil' nigga not spendin' them M’s
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| I’m holdin' that shit like it’s good, mmm
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| I ain’t hidin' my hand, they know what it is
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| Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
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| Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
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| Show no love, straight homicide
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| .45 Glock ain’t got no safety
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| In the North, we at war with the other side
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| Fuck all you niggas, I’m strapped with my burner
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| I’m tryna see what it is
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| Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner
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| Make my way to LA on a Lear
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| I see that your vision ain’t looking too clear
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| Them bodies get left in the field
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| And them diamonds get set on a bezel
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| And my mind stay set on a mil'
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| All night, standin' on that corner
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| We on go, we see 'em
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| I’ma fly her in when I wanna
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| 'Cause lil' shorty chill
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| And that’s all that matter, chit, no chatter
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| And these hoes get cut like pills
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| Bitch, don’t run your mouth 'bout nothin'
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| You know that ain’t real
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| I can barely get peace hardly
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| Lie like they all in
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| I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
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| When it’s war, ain’t no stallin'
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| All night we be stalkin'
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| Let’s see where they hidin' or where they be
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| We slangin' that heat, die in the street
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| Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
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| Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
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| I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit
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| I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
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| One million, two million, three million
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| Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
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| Why you worried 'bout me? |
| You ain’t here with me
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| 'Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent
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| Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch
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| Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
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| Fuck if he alone, know how we get down
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| Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends
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| It’s 187, we burnin' shit down
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| Murder right in the town, they movin' in
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| She ain’t right for my heart, so I’m movin' out
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| I’ma clear this bitch out if they mug again
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| Now I’m back in this bitch, gotta thug again
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| Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten
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| Dirty straps in that car when I’m with Lil' Ben
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| Catch another, I ain’t thinkin' another sin
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| Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola
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| He gon' bang for that gang, ain’t no switchin' over
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| Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers
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| For that money, be less, better pray it’s over
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| I can barely get peace hardly
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| Lie like they all in
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| I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
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| When it’s war, ain’t no stallin'
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| All night we be stalkin'
|
| Let’s see where they hidin' or where they be
|
| We slangin' that heat, die in the street
|
| Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
|
| Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
|
| I’m really rich, I’ma spend that shit
|
| I’ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
|
| One million, two million, three million
|
| Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
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| Why you worried 'bout me? |
| You ain’t here with me
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| 'Til you prove with me you ain’t innocent
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| I’m that lil' nigga not spendin' them M’s
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| I’m holdin' that shit like it’s good, mmm
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| I ain’t hidin' my hand, they know what it is
|
| Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
|
| Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
|
| Show no love, straight homicide
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| .45 Glock ain’t got no safety
|
| In the North, we at war with the other side |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peace Hardly , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп