Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: HaystakНазвание : Still You Doubted MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap southern rap white boy dirty south cwb Видео:
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Represent, you act like this was the first time we done had to tell y`all You can hear us though, you can hear us... in 4, 3, 2, 1 ( Verse 1 ) I was born a bastard, my mama was a baby And she didn`t have the skills it would ever take to raise me Pops jumped ship and left us doin bad I pretty much blame him for everything I never had Fall back cuz I remember I was always mad Constantly in trouble, I was always bad Used to whip my ass for stealin and skippin class Just basically fuckin up, they said I was nothing but a fuck up Your fuckin nuts, just wait and see I can`t wait to make them eat that shit they talk bout me I`m gonna make granny proud of me Be someone that I can be, proud to be They ain`t gonna make no ass out of me How did we, overcome such obstacles and setbacks They told me I was average but I just couldn`t accept that Let that, be those words carved in my headstone P. S. you hatin muthafuckas were dead wrong ( Chorus ) 2x Told you muthafuckas I won, I was gon do it I was gon do it, still you doubted me... still you doubted me ( Verse 2 ) Day turn to night, I paid the cost for the fame I was drawn to the game like a moth to a flame Guess you could say I had a troublesome past Rememberin talkin to mama, talking through glass The look in her eye, boy I`m so sick of your ass You`re never gonna change, you`re just like your dad (damn!) A look in her face that told me I was mistake She wish she had never made, goes from back from in the day What came from the grave, was a message she didn`t wanna hear Remember that trip from hell, well here`s your little souvenir Don`t drink no Belvedere, I blow that killer smoke I hit that volume button and let them guerillas go You didn`t know or see the growth through the concrete Makin million dollars merely speakin over drum beats Yes did, been telling you since I was a kid And you was bonded, get on with that bullshit ( Chorus ) 2x ( Verse 3 ) I rolled my eyes, as if to say fuck all y`all All I ever had was my muthafuckin Paw Paw My gramma, fed me catfish and coleslaw I hit the weed then pass it to my road dog I grip the steering wheel, I`m mashin gas pedal Bitch, I`m gonna be here when the muthafuckin dust settles Probably been off if I had just let go I wonder where I`d be in life if I just said no But life`s too short for me to ponder questions I`ll never answer But why am I still smoking from all I`ve lost from cancer At this point in life, all my worries are financial And any losses that I have to take will be substantial I`m not stopping because it`s not an option Get it straight, I`m not sweepin and not moppin A muthafuckin thing, you get that boss And all that real job talk just piss Stak off ( Chorus ) 2x | Похожие исполнители:
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