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Miami Vice Lyrics - Artist : Freddie Gibbs
30, you a fool for this one
You promised me it was all a good thing Now it's headed for destruction In the darkness, sun, and daylight This is so wrong and then it feels right, oh baby There's no one [?] you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby There's no one [?] you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh Guns go for the low, coke go for the high When the mules get sprung, we takin' it to the sky FedEx packagin' is no longer accident Vindictive baby mothers takin' knees like they Kaepernick Honda Accords for drug lords And Pop Warner coaches get sponsored like world tours Keep two million in full storages Ooh! We think bigger, we notorious Knew the candy lady, became the candy man 757, we call it Candyland Metro PCS-in', without a data plan This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan Home of where them young niggas full up Money get shown by the way a nigga pull up Legends got made when a real nigga stood up 'Cause even in a cage, they gon' still throw the hood up like yah! In the darkness, sun and daylight This is so wrong and then it feels right, ooh baby (Yeah) And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) Fifth wheel on a Cadillac, dope good for my cataracts One time for them Gary niggas, I bury niggas, I don't battle rap (Yeah) MAC-MAC in a nap sack, got a mouse trap for them rat-at-ats (Yeah) Right hand on my left wrist, still whip that good crad-da-dack (Woo) In the back of that black Corolla, my chopper and fifty boulders (Yeah) A nigga flow was sick as Ebola mixed with Corona (Yeah) Man, I know those niggas gon' be your soldiers when they think you owe 'em Shit, it got so deep, I can't trust my homies 'cause niggas know I got heroin for the low (The low) Fentanyl for the high (The high) Fuck the doggy, we cut up that Fetty and mix it down Thousand package of Perkies import and I ship it down (Yeah) I catch a flight, then I catch my shit soon as I hit the town Now my hoes out Show up in that new Ferrari Roma, I done showed out Fuckin' Gangsta Gibbs, I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth Holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought, I just might hold out Tears from an opp up in my watch, them bitches froze out In the darkness, sun, and daylight Bitch, holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought, I just might hold out This is so wrong and then it feels right, oh baby Fuckin' Gangsta Gibbs, I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth There's no one [?] you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh 30, you a fool for this one |
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