| Up in the hospity, know my philosophy
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| Smoked duck, power meetings at the Brasserie
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| Lose your posture, fuckin' with the doctor
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| Decker injector, livin' off the nectar
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| The fruits of life I got the sweet tooth
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| Young Sweet Jones, champagne Caddy with the green roof
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| Trunk slammed down, '85 Biarritz
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| Lungs are filled with earth, play the Garden like the Knicks
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| My mind is on the fritz, tatted diamonds on the tits
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| The John Cougar Mellancamp
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| I spit the shit to get the fellas amped
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| I got the voice to make the ladies moist
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| And soon I’ll have this papi hoppin' out the hazy Royce
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| Mix it up in a blender there’s no contender
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| The drug stick I smoke is never slender
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| Like Jimi with the Fender hit the wah-wah pedal
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| But in the Beamer doin' donuts parkin' lot of the arena, Bronsolinio
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| You see us shine, never a dull moment
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| Cause we some Dons like Hathaway, until we pass away
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| Laid in the earth with my mink and my drink
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| Good smoke with some linen shorts, baby what you think? |
| Uhh
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| I’m in the 50's hot rod that my daddy made
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| I could see my reflection in the candy paint
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| My little pony runnin' off my Polo shirt
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| If I had all the money that I sold and work
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| I could buy a Dr. Dre beat and a house
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| Couple diamond chains, make sure I’m standin' out
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| Gucci man shirt, Slick Rick appetite
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| Platinum plus on the Hush, smooth Gladys Knight
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| On my Bun B shit, keep it extra trill
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| Couple dollars in the stash for the extra bills
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| I could understand why I ain’t made it yet
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| Cause even though I’m nice, I wasn’t livin' correct
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| And I’m livin' in debt, but I’ll live to progress
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| I’m trynna see my daughters ballin' in a private jet
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| So whatever it takes, I’m soon to handle that
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| I’ll trade my soul, I just want to have my grandma back
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| I was born to lead, I was born to fly
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| Yes sky high like a Houston Rocket look in my eye
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| In space like NASA, and I ain’t slowin' down
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| I’m goin' faster fuck the system sayin' no to master
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| My liquid flow is plasma, I’m Terminator 2
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| I terminate a crew of two to say I paid a due
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| Dummies I laid a few down, and I done shook a few clowns
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| Overthrew a couple rap crews and took a few crowns
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| But it wasn’t for status, just had to show them suckers who’s the baddest
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| That poison flow straight from the Black Addis
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| So holla back at us, cause we ain’t goin' nowhere
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| We go to war with no care so homie don’t you go there
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| II Trill and it ain’t just a name
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| Oh yeah we famous but we ain’t do this shit just for fame, guess again
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| We trynna open up a new lane and new doors
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| And for that I’m willin' to fight a few wars, is you boys? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never a Dull Moment (feat. Action Bronson, Termanology, Bun B), artist - Statik Selektah. Album song Population Control, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп