| Drum Dummie
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| CashMoneyAP
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| DJ Swift on the track
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| I’ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
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| You don’t wan' take it there, don’t go there with us, nah
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| Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
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| And we ain’t come here for to lose, we want it all
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| Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
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| So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
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| You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
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| Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain’t leavin'
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| When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn’t easy
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| When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces
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| We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain’t no secret
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| 38 across my neck, we be them boys you don’t want beef with
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| Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
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| I ain’t the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
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| Hop out the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I’m beamin'
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| I don’t think no nigga can’t see me, I be paranoid while I’m leanin'
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| Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
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| So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
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| You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
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| Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain’t leavin'
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| I’ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
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| You don’t wan' take it there, don’t go there with us, nah
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| Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
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| And we ain’t come here for to lose, we want it all
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| Whole lot of racks on these VV’s
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| I’m so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam
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| Got a whole lot of people that need me
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| Bust your head all over the right thing
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| I ain’t got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans
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| I just want head, can’t fuck in a bed, it’s just some things don’t excite me
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| Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
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| My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug
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| Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch, I’ma walk in Dior and some
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| Margielas
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| And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick, I’ma finish him off with a
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| four nickel
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| I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time, this shit just don’t feel right
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| I don’t go to no club, I be takin' these drugs, ridin' and keepin' that steel
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| tight
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| Every night 'fore I sleep, I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up,
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| no ho type
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| Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (Bitch)
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| Pull up where you be and it’s on sight
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| I’ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
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| You don’t wan' take it there, don’t go there with us, nah
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| Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
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| And we ain’t come here for to lose, we want it all
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| Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
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| So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
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| You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
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| Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain’t leavin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Self Control, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song AI YoungBoy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп