| They like, «What ya doing? |
| Why ya still here?»
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| I’m like," «Forgot about trends, I I did here
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| This grown man music, you popular with the kids here
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| Yeah, I put on like Jeezy 'nem
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| If they help me put on, ya know I’m feedin' them
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| If they roaching, you would never ever see me with them
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| And if I tell her, «Come with me! |
| «, you know she leaving him
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| I’m just saying, look, I got it like that
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| Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it right back
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| If you got some bitch up in ya, I’ma spot it like that
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| If the bag ain’t heavy, well, then it’s not the right bag, yeah
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| Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine
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| Always tryna act like it’s not my time
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| Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?
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| They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| What ya want, homie? |
| I don’t owe shit, bitch
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| Bet ya never got told «No"this quick (Hell nah)
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| Now, ya mad at me, huh? |
| I’m on ya shit list
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| Do it then, and what you get is this foot and this fist
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| in the kitchen, he just sealing the deal
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| I’m in my home, countin' money, it’s a million for real
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| I’m a boss, but I hustle like I’m still in the field
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| If I say «Fuck you! |
| «, I ain’t playing, bitch, the feeling is real
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| 'Cause I’m swimming pool cool, I don’t trip like that
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| You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip like that
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| You don’t want a see that body bag zipped like that
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| What I’m repping? |
| Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip like that
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| Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine
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| Always tryna act like it’s not my time
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| Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?
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| They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| They asking Johnny what I spent on my chain
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| And how many karats, what kind of diamonds in this ring
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| Did he make payments or did he drop all the change?
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| Probably wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Hanes
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| Would ya look at that house? |
| I know he ain’t doing bad
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| «Can I get a hundred dollars?"They see me, that’s what they ask
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| Smell like some Reggie, they see me, that’s what they pass
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| I be like, «Damn, y’all must really be doing bad!»
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| But that ain’t my bidness, I got shit to do
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| You already know I ain’t giving shit to you
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| And to my money, baby, I ain’t really into you
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| Drop you off and go get money, that’s what I’m fin to do
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| Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine
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| Always tryna act like it’s not my time
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| Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime?
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| They might lock away my body, but can’t lock my mind
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids (I don’t owe you niggas shit)
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| I don’t owe you niggas shit, I don’t owe you niggas shit, kids
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Owe You Niggaz Shit , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Codeine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп