| And then the smoke got me
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| That be Maaly Raw!
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| Aye, aye, aye, yeah
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| They tryna' take me for the ride
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| You in this game, it’s do or die
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| Been havin' dreams 'bout suicide
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| Can’t spread my wings, won’t let me fly
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| And I done seen my momma cry
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| Aye, too many times
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| I was young, I was blind
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| Couldn’t read between the lines
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| Now a nigga worldwide
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| And I know my fans gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me (Yeah), they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| Got paranoia cause you reachin' for that blick, blick
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| Shorty come here and suck this dick, I don’t want no lip, ho' you see this drip
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| Blue hunnids' on me, bitch you know I’m a crip
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| Pop me a perc, and I’m takin a lift
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| Jump in that pussy, it’s just like a rift
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| Soar in the sky, gliders
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| Yea, yea, smoke a nigga like a cig
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| Yea, yea, skinny nigga but I’m big
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| Yea, yea, hit the block, get it in
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| Yea, yea, fuck an addict, get revenge
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| Yea, yea, hit it hoe, pull her wig
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| Yea, yea, I-I feel like a reaper, grave dig
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| Yeah, yeah, foreign silent niggas, no my niggas never tell
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| Free Che Trill, they done gave my brother hell
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| You in this game, it’s do or die
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| Been havin' dreams 'bout suicide
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| Can’t spread my wings, won’t let me fly
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| I done seen my momma cry
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| Aye, too many times
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| I was young, I was blind
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| Couldn’t read between the lines
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| Now a nigga worldwide
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| And I know my fans gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me, they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me (Yeah), they gon' die for me
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| They gon' die for me-
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| Bugz on the beat
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| I hope these habits don’t turn into suicide
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| I feel the pain, I gotta utilize
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| You with the gang, it ain’t no switchin' sides
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| Cause I done seen this shit too many times, too many times, too many times
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| Aye, gang talk, this that gang talk
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| Pop these pills, they are prescription just to take the pain off
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| 7.62 hit like missiles, it’ll blow your brain out
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| Put that lil' boy in the blender, wipe a nigga stain off
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| I’ll die for all my niggas, I can never change up
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| Kill a killer, ride with pistols, that’s just how we came up
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| Elliot diamonds look like skittles, I just got my chain buss
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| Screamin' «fuck all y’all niggas», ya’ll ain’t show no love to us
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| Ridin' with, aim it for his tip top
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| Fuckin' on his lil' thot, she gon' make that pussy pop
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| Speed it up, then make it stop, bussin' down all on her crotch
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| Left him lookin' like some Crocs
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| Murder man, they took his watch
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| Sippin' on some dirty wok, I just popped like thirty rocks
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| They know I don’t milly rock, y’all niggas jus' gon get the guap
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| Say you get money, but who did you kill?
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| Huh, look at my palms, they itchin'
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| She want Chanel, I’m going to get it
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| Fuck
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| I hope these habits don’t turn into suicide
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| I feel the pain, I gotta utilize
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| You with the gang, it ain’t no switchin' sides
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| Cause I done seen this shit too many times, too many times, too many times |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Too Many Times , by - Yung Bans. Song from the album MISUNDERSTOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп