| Swiff D
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| Say three
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| I’ma show these bitches who the realest on here
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| Bangin' my whole life, real blood
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| I got no feelings, you hear me? |
| I dog anybody (slatt)
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| How y’all wan' do it?
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| Ya hear me? |
| I’m too influent (slatt, slatt, slatt)
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| Yeah, and I still got the system tryna hang me nigga
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| We ain’t never scared
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| No we gon' play however we want to
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| Back in 2009, I had jumped in the street, I was totin' a .9
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| I could tell he ain’t 'bout it, ain’t never slung iron
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| Now they stuck at the bottom and wait on they time
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| I got locked in a cell, had to walk on that line
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| You could see all my pain when you look in my eyes
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| Fell in love with a bitch, she was tellin' me lies
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| I relapsed, take her back, that was time after time
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| Quarter brick the most I ever sold in my life
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| When these niggas be talkin', they fuck with my mind
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| When it’s war, I be screamin' out «do or you die»
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| We gon spin on yo' block when it’s time for the ride
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| In the valley with Dump, now he fly in the sky
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| Why they stepped on my nigga, I don’t know why
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| Bitch you know that it’s up, ain’t no way you can hide
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| If you buck, you get bust nigga, load up and ride
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| Let’s rock and roll, I can feel that fire growin' inside me
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| I done blow and they must like it, it totally got me higher, yeah
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| One in a hole, I’ma live my life like I’m a Gotti
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| Hope my killer ain’t onside me
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| Death come and it surspise me, yeah
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| Steady be dishin' out smoke, I know I won’t make it to heaven
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| You know that it’s set, we can go, just tell me whenever you ready
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| Steady be dishin' out smoke, I know I won’t make it to heaven
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| You know that it’s set, we can go, just tell me whenever you ready
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| Back in the day, no money in my pocket, it’s filled with them crumbs,
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| yeah (them crumbs, yeah)
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| Wanted the title, facin' any rival, I show 'em it’s dumb, yeah (show 'em it’s
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| dumb)
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| No love for these niggas, no faith in these bitches, I’m trustin' my gun,
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| yeah (my gun)
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| I done ran up my riches, I’m straight out them trenches, screamin' «redrum»,
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| yeah
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| I had some shots out right in front of the store
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| I see some niggas passin' on a roll
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| I had that strap on side me on the porch
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| Not holdin' them bullets, I’m lettin' it go
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| Got some rocks in my britches, they shaped like the Glo'
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| And these niggas be trippin', they act like some hoes
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| I could say I’m hard body and I ain’t never fold
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| I come straight from the bottom, nigga I done blow
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| Let’s rock and roll, I can feel that fire growin' inside me
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| I done blow and they must like it, it totally got me higher, yeah
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| One in a hole, I’ma live my life like I’m a Gotti
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| Hope my killer ain’t onside me
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| Death come and it surspise me, yeah
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| Let’s rock and roll, I can feel that fire growin' inside me
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| I done blow and they must like it, it totally got me higher, yeah
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| One in a hole, I’ma live my life like I’m a Gotti
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| Hope my killer ain’t onside me
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| Death come and it surspise me, yeah
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock and Roll, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Master the Day of Judgement, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп