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Bài hát follow my life do ca sĩ Obie Trice thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat follow my life - Obie Trice ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Follow My Life chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: Follow My Life

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mom ain't breast feed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves *** but a name, Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin' that heart
*** niggas, claimin' they hard, a nigga come home touched
My mother***in' momma bangin' me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight them tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a mother***er's *** for tryin' to *** with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin' jewelry
Allowance, nigga that ain't man ***
Cowards, nigga that ain't man ***
I had to prove to myself
How these niggas same age as me calculating this wealth
So I got me a clique of niggas what?
Workin' one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up" Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my mother***in' momma nigga hold me down
And Lord knows all the *** that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you mother***ers Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my mother***in' momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the *** that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you mother***ers Summer '94, I'm gettin' a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I'm listening to her nose
I'm listening to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm listening to them O's go chop!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin' on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin' cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin' my mind
*** a steady job, I'm tryin'
I steady mob, I'm dyin' in this game, I ain't lyin'
Sellin' so much coke forgettin' it's a crime
Flyin' down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a *** about the radar on me
Bumpin' 'Big Poppa' nigga who tryin' me? Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my mother***in' momma nigga hold me down
And Lord knows all the *** that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you mother***ers Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my mother***in' momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all the *** that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you mother***ers

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