| I don’t wanna waste time, oh, oh
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| I don’t wanna waste no more, oh
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| I don’t wanna no more
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| Fuck how they feeling, ain’t changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
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| Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
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| Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it’s hauntin' me, yeah
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| Came with that fire, then we stayed with the shit, I’m on go, taking nothin'
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| from me (Yeah)
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| Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches, wan' come for me (Always)
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| They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' wouldn’t fuck with me
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| Fake love been taking a toll, it’s comin' out ugly
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| Ain’t trustin' who close, they plannin' on touchin' me
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| I know they don’t fuck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me
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| Yeah
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| I’m a reaper, demon
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| In all type of frames (Mmm)
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| In all types of ways
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| Sleeping, riding
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| Riding like a big mon
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| Fuck how they feeling, ain’t changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
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| Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
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| Since a child, prepare for to come to this
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| Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch
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| Pack it all, then go back to my mama shit (Mama)
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| Young nigga too rich for that
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| Ho, you know you ain’t shit for that
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| I don’t wanna play no get back (Nah)
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| I wasn’t on no drugs
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| Tell them niggas that it’s fuck 'em and I meant that
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| Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain’t rent that
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| Talkin' out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass
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| She feelin' him, let him leave with that stank ho (Let him leave)
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| Front Street, I’m on trial on the front row
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| Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can’t go
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| Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song
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| On this bus, I ain’t touring, tryna make it home
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| .45 cocked back, split a nigga dome (Bah)
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| I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on
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| I’m a reaper (Yeah, I’m back now), demon
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| (J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out)
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| In all type of frames, reaper
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| (I wasn’t trippin' or nothing, bitch, you gonna have to excuse this cigarette)
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| Reaper
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| (I know you don’t like it no more than my fans, go)
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| In all types of ways
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| Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
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| Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
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| Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain’t runnin' nothin'
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| Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I’m probably runnin' somethin'
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| Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
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| Geezy steady boomin' so I’m posted on call
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| Nigga hit the line saying, «Green gang fall»
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| Pounds now
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| I’m stressin', it’s making me angry, now she wanna leave me now
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| I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I’m alone right now
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| My past, they ever throw it at me, I’ll never look back it
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| Mama used to rap so it made me wanna snag at it
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| Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it (Yeah)
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| What you on, foe?
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| Reaper, demon
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| All type of ways
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| All type of frames
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| Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
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| Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
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| Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain’t runnin' nothin'
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| Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I’m probably runnin' somethin'
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| Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
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| Geezy steady boomin' so I’m posted on call
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| Nigga hit the line saying, «Green gang fall» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reaper's Child , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп