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Yeah, Dope dope ENT, uh, yeah. Weighed it up a hundred times, counted up a Hundred times. Differences, niggas ain't livin' what They tryna rhyme. Dumped a bitch same morning, Wasn't on my type of time. Told the bitch, "It's the next bitch turn, go Get back in line." Lost my dawg to these Streets but it's gon' be alright. Pen me down, got my strap, know I got My knife. How you tryna cut me off? Boy, you the problem, nigga. Got me tryna spin This shit like I be switchin' signs. Paint a nigga face up like he a clown Nigga, yeah. Every verse, every song, you know I Down a nigga, yeah. Why you wifey when you Know that shit got mileage, nigga? Yeah. Frodo bitch'll get the head when I'm in Town, nigga, yeah. They be hatin' on me, lotta People waitin' on me. Skatin' on 'em, ice on My neck, Gucci glacier on 'em. Catch that nigga slippin' with that bitch and then We tape it, homie. Lost it all at the Dice game but I got paper on me. Ain't no politics like these LA streets, dawg. I be tryna get this cash but who want Beef, dawg? My niggas in the county givin' out Them beats, dawg. My niggas on the block givin' Out white sheets, dawg, yeah. Who want smoke with us? Yeah, smell like angel Dust, Double bag blicky and it's, and it's papered Up, yeah. When I moved out the ghetto I Felt blessed as fuck. I'm never goin' back, Yeah, wasn't my set, yeah. Put the lean down for sure 'cause I don't Get attached, yeah. Live my best life to post It on the internet, yeah. What you mean? What you sayin'? What you gettin' at? Yeah. I'm pushin' play if my bitch hate it but I'm feelin' that, yeah. Ace of Spade what we Drink, either that or Dom P. Balenciaga on my bitch, orange with the gold B. She gon' push a nigga back every time I Go in deep. In the streets all day and All night, don't get no sleep, yeah. Uh, uh, yeah. In the streets all day and all night, don't Get no sleep, Yeah. yeah, uh, uh. Know they all-Weighed it up a hundred times, Counted up a hundred times. Differences, niggas ain't livin' what they tryna Rhyme. Dumped a bitch same morning, wasn't on my Type of time. Told the bitch, "It's the next Bitch turn, go get back in line." Lost my dawg to these streets but it's gon' Be alright. Pen me down, got my strap, Know I got my knife. How you tryna cut Me off? Boy, you the problem, nigga. Got me tryna spin this shit like I be Switchin' signs. Glass eyes, Zoov, she a fool off Them shottas, yeah. All that sneak dissin', what you Mad about? This guap, yeah. I'm overlooked, they don't wanna see me at that Top, yeah. It's a couple bitches that I gotta Bag when I get hot, yeah. You know I move right, runnin' with them fools Like. Boss nigga, heard your police, your answer was A blue stripe. Ice on, hittin' like Mike Tyson Off the moonlight. Smokin' gas, got me out my Body like a shroom high. I just left the lot, parent tag me please. I'm big dawg, wipe me down, you niggas fleas. That pussy straight but you work better on your Knees. I'm bustin' balls, I don't touch Alicia Keys. Weighed it up a hundred times, counted up a Hundred times. Differences, niggas ain't livin' what They tryna rhyme. Dumped a bitch same morning, Wasn't on my type of time. Told the bitch, "It's the next bitch turn, go Get back in line." Lost my dawg to these Streets but it's gon' be alright. Pen me down, got my strap, know I got My knife. How you tryna cut me off? Boy, you the problem, nigga. Got me tryna spin This shit like I be switchin' signs.
AFN Peso — Fall in Line
«Fall in Line» — AFN Peso. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:17. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
