| I need to talk to Mike Laury
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| Hello (Thieves), this is Mike Laury (Thieves)
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| Dubba-AA flexing
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| I’m on these
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| Alright, I’m ready, I’m ready
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| Woo (Oh), I say murder (Oh, oh)
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| I say, I say they, yeah
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| They ain’t ever fucked with me, yeah
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| Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump
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| Just like these dog-ass hoes
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| Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)
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| I’m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
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| My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
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| Don’t switch sides to 'em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain’t hoe
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| Top tell y’all go step on shit (Step on shit)
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| Told her, «Case closed»
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| I say, «Put that belt on me, I cross five souls»
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| Jump one from my nine like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
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| Play 'round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
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| Don’t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, «Off 'em"(Said I give 'em
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| knowledge)
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| I told my baba that they cannot fault him
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| Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
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| Swang that Draco and somebody get killed
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| Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is
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| They gon' send me to that island, for real
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| Real nigga, he won’t stop if they hate
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| Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face
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| Pall bearer, I been raisin' the rate
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| Red eye, it won’t be a fair chase
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| Gon' die for the ride, even though that a life be a risk
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| In that front, ain’t no stoppin', I up and I’m poppin'
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| A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
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| I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get
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| Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid
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| I sit here and put outside of that bitch
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| They ain’t playin' chase, they be hidin' from hits
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| Tell the meek, «You gon' die, my friend»
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| Like I’m broke, start up slidin' up in it
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| After doin' the drill, change the firin' pan
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| PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hurt style)
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| You a grave digger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em dead
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| Society wanna join, he a straight killer, man
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| I’m wearing these new Diesels fitted (New Diesels)
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| My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
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| Don’t switch sides to 'em, both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain’t hoe
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| Top tell y’all go step on shit (Step on shit)
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| Told her, «Case closed»
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| I say, «Put that belt on me, I cross five souls»
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| Jump one from my nine like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
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| Play 'round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
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| Don’t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, «Off 'em"(Said I give 'em
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| knowledge)
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| I told my baba that they cannot fault him
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| Feelin' a’ight, they ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets
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| Dawg, mane, came only for green
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| Put it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast
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| At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain
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| Uppin' one click, more than one in my B
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| We ain’t hit a party, we just scopin' the scene
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| Talkin' soon as it end, we gon' die when they leave
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| About playin' with me
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| I got my five, fuck H.P.D.
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| I’m in that eye, I’ma shake the scene
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| I’m in that Nawf, ride where you not
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| Where you think there ain’t nothin', where you prolly sleep
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| Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me
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| Still got no time for anomalies
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| Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me?
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| After the fact, they can’t even breathe
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh (x2)
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| Jump one from my nine like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
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| Play 'round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
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| Don’t discriminate, kick that front door, I say, «Off 'em"(Said I give 'em
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| knowledge)
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| I told my baba that they cannot fault him
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh (This is the sound)
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh
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| Jump one from my nine like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
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| Play 'round with that, man, we don’t ask or talk much
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| Yeah, I say, «Off 'em» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whitey Bulger , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Until I Return, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп