| Yung Leandoer, Sad Boys
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| Up in this bitch until infinity
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
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| Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
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| Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
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| Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
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| Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where’s my men?
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
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| Got my cup dirty, like I never poured it up
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| Ridin' through the city with no ceiling, ain’t no lookin' up
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| She just want to tease it, I was leanin', they lookin' like us
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| Touched by the moment, feelin' myself, I’mma cut you off
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| Stacks on wrist, graveyard wish
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| Openin' my eyes like I ain’t never lived
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| You know who I’m with, ten-million hits
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| Put me on your song, I got killer instincts
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| Ice on slick, Rick Owens on my bitch
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| Avenger in the night, I be cruisin' grand whips
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| Slayers stacks like the mayor
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| Pager, she gon' hit me on my pager
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| Later, gon' get it now or later
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| All I want is to get rich, buy a house and some laser
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
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| Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
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| Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
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| Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
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| Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where’s my men?
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman
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| I’m a guardian of the moon, white silver withtattoos
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| We gon' hotbox in the coupe, platonic mind, twilight, two moons
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| I don’t give a fuck, I told you, Silver Surfer soldiers
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| Went to war, it’s over, like my cash, my mind got older
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| I’m wearing my Timberlands, eatin' on marmalade
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| Living in vain, I put sparks in a starter brain
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| Hop out with ice, and I look like a target train
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| Icy blue veins keep it real, 'cause the market fake
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| I’m on a mountain, I pour me a double seal
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| And I need medicine, pour me a benzopan'
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| Warlord, but I’m not a cyborg, I’m almost real
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| Salute to the gang, we can get it
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| I know we will
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| I know some people that ain’t rockin' with me no more
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| Triple six, resist and pass out during shows for
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| Hard feelings start to grow when there’s no more
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| No more
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Bitches 'round the yard, they follow me like Pacman
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| Salute to the fans, sold my brain gland
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| Kit Kat Lick on my hip she got a chance
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| Shawty wanna bang, she look just like a fan
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| Snortin' in the bathroom, paranoia, where’s my men?
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| Salute to the gang, know where we hang
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| Girls all around the yard, they follow me like Pacman |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salute / Pacman , by - Yung Lean. Song from the album Stranger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп