| Mama I’m sorry from the way that I live
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| Gotta go hard, yeah you know how it is
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| Know you don’t like it but I stay with my steel
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| You know I stood on all 10 if I ever get killed
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| Niggas want smoke but I ain’t scared
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| I walk alone, I’ll never be misled
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| Say that wrong thing, put one in yo' head
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| I say my prayers and put a cross over my head
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| NBA gang around my neck, you know I run with that nigga
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| You steady sayin' what you gon' do, you better stand on that nigga
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| We catch you swervin' in my section, goin' down on you nigga
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| I’m 'bout my business, I’ll never stand down from a nigga
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| Nigga had the nerve to question me in front of my sister
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| I’m too small for to fight but I’ll scuff with a nigga
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| Steady speakin' on my name, don’t take yo' life from you nigga
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| My lil' partner like «Mane who next?»
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| This excitin' to that nigga
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| Me and Montana layin' low, duckin' from police cars
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| Get you in and scoop lil' Baby Joe and bring him to Valley Park
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| Them niggas out here who been killin', they don’t know who they are
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| These niggas knowin' that we with it, bitch you know who we are
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| Where we from, what we rep, these niggas know that we step
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| All my niggas went to school, I hit a lick by myself
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| Them niggas ain’t gon' ride for you, bitch you gon' die by yourself
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| They ain’t my friends, I ain’t no fool
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| I’ma spin by myself
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| (Believe that)
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| Mama I’m sorry from the way that I live
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| Gotta go hard, yeah you know how it is
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| Know you don’t like it but I stay with my steel
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| You know I stood on all 10 if I ever get killed
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| Niggas want smoke but I ain’t scared
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| I walk alone, I’ll never be misled
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| Say that wrong thing, put one in yo' head
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| I say my prayers and put a cross over my head
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| Mama say «Yo' wrong is gon' catch up to you»
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| «You kill, they gon' kill you too»
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| They steppin' ma we steppin' too
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| My uncle looked me in my eyes, «Don't let a nigga step on you»
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| 23 up on my shoe, .223 up in this coupe
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| In front the police, shoot at me and bitch I’m bustin' back
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| Shoot a nigga in his head, won’t shoot him in his back
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| First hundred thousand dollars, I went bought a hundred straps
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| This shit personal, it ain’t got nothin' to do with rap
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| I know my grandma mad at me, I ain’t grow up this way
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| I know my mama scared but I know that she alway pray
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| You could be in the streets or not, ain’t nobody safe
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| We on this earth just for to die, we all gotta lay
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| Mama I’m sorry from the way that I live
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| Gotta go hard, yeah you know how it is
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| Know you don’t like it but I stay with my steel
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| You know I stood on all 10 if I ever get killed
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| Niggas want smoke but I ain’t scared
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| I walk alone, I’ll never be misled
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| Say that wrong thing, put one in yo' head
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| I say my prayers and put a cross over my head |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Alibi , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Ain't Too Long, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп