| I think he mad cause he ain’t me
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| Maybe cause they ain’t been buyin' his shit lately
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| He performed for free, fuck that, they gotta pay me
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| So tired of countin' money
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| That’s how my everyday be (all motherfuckin' day)
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| Instead of hatin' on a player when you see one
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| Maybe you should try to find out how to be one
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| Cause all that hatin' that you be doin', that ain’t nothin'
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| You got your H’s confused
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| Stop hatin' hoe start hustlin'
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| Lord knows I go in just like a curfew
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| Ain’t gotta beat your ass my success is what really hurt you
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| Cause you a failure homie
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| So rotten I’m startin' to smell ya homie
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| You ain’t shit I just had to tell ya homie
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| Bitch, why you on my dick
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| Raise up off my dick
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| You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich
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| You ain’t gettin' shit
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| You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit
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| You irrelevant, I’m the shit
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| Cause you a failure homie
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| So rotten I’m startin' to smell ya homie
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| You ain'
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| Bitch wanna hold me down
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| I’ma always stay up
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| Try to cop my style
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| Oh ya hear me now, yeah
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| I took over your city
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| Now ya fake smile when you see me, yeah
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| I’m swervin' in your lane
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| H-Town made me fame now
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| Comin' from nothin', who ya kiddin'
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| Basic bitches press on how I’m livin'
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| They could pay for everything you got
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| Actin' like you bossed up but we know you not
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| I just be gettin' to the money
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| I’m so cool, I’m on the moon
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| I’m so on fire can’t cool me off
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| Don’t need no nigga to tell me I’m poppin'
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| Timmy timmy turner on my bullshit
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| Got me feelin' like I’m outta this world
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| Got me feelin' like a martian
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| Never ever slow down, hold up now
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| Let me tilt my crown
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| Bitch, why you on my dick
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| Raise up off my dick
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| You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich
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| You ain’t gettin' shit
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| You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit
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| You irrelevant, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, you signed so many contracts
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| Who you be with?
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| You gon' do what I don’t know, who you confusin' me with?
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| Here I go, there go your gun
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| My nigga can you reach it?
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| Nigga you a bitch Victoria told me your secret
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| You a he-bitch, got sucked in with them bitches online
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| Rapper dead and we all know Ro did it
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| But Ro really don’t mind (I don’t give a fuck)
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| Beat your eyebrows off your face boy
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| You must be outta your mind
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| I’m outside in your driveway
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| I see you peepin' out of your blind
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| Maserati doin' donuts
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| And that’s just my Wednesday car
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| Too much money I’ma go nuts
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| You like damn I wish I could get that car
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| Nigga don’t you drive a tow truck
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| Final stop the car go and get that boy
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| Call me out and I’ma show up
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| Tell the ambulan' go and get that boy
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| 90,000 in my backseat
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| That’s my Ruth Chris money
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| You brought me your bitch bread
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| I’ma hustla nobody do shit for me
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| I’m on my Frank Lucas shit
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| I’m givin' all this shit away today
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| You hate a nigga that could help you pay your shit off layaway
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| Bitch, why you on my dick
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| Raise up off my dick
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| You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich
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| You ain’t gettin' shit
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| You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit
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| You irrelevant, I’m the shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm the Shit , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Codeine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп