| Huh, ballin' nigga, tell me what the bank says
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| And I think that the Rollie gon' hit harder with the gold face
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| If shawty bad, she don’t need no man, then she OK
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| I’m on his ass, bullets comin' fast if he owe me
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| I’m on it (Top) I seek it, you got it (Got), beat it
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| She gon' heal my soul, beat on the beat
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| We can’t hide it, we been slangin' iron in the streets
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| With my niggas dyin' 'bout me, screamin' murder, throwin' them B’s
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| I took it to another level, follow, you breathe
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| I’m hurtin' on another level, this is all on me
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| Shawty, right before the night falls they all on me
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| Soon as the lights down, don’t sleep
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| Me and my niggas lookin' for the scene
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| Who want it? |
| Fuck who makin' more money
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| Run it up, but it ain’t help nothin', no
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| If I ain’t with my brothers then I’m all on my own
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| I was runnin' from the pain and I’m the one who they chose
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| This shit ain’t ever make me change, I’m a rider
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| Grew up with them shottas
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| Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
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| He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
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| I know they ain’t forgotten
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| We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
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| She don’t need a nigga, leave a nigga, run off with that bag
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| He won’t hurt a nigga, leave a nigga, hit him with that mag
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| Her intentions was to leave a nigga, try to do me bad
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| You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
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| Ho leave bands, I’ma hit with that chopper his ass
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| Dirty money, we clean 'em with rags
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| Took the air, conceal 'em in bags
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| All his money talk, too much mouthin' out my pants
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| I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants
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| Got my Glock out, nigga, like
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| Who want it? |
| Fuck who makin' more money
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| Run it up, but it ain’t help nothin', no
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| If I ain’t with my brothers then I’m all on my own
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| I was runnin' from the pain and I’m the one who they chose
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| This shit ain’t ever make me change, I’m a rider
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| Grew up with them shottas
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| Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
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| He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
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| I know they ain’t forgotten
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| We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick From Pain , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп