| Rock the rope, no joke
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| Bang you with the sock and soap
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| I’m locked in the flow
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| How could it be not so?
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| But why gloat?
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| Keep rocks to tote, behind the console
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| Y’all weak, let the Don flow
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| Like Don down the god throat
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| Cigar smoke at park slope
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| Car float like a wood log boat
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| Cook more coke, rock that couture coat
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| I meant well, pray the good lord know
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| Only did work to get more dough
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| Slang work, let them pitbulls roam
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| Through the home, cocaine slang through the nose
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| Music really orgasmic
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| The glass stick might crack a bit
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| Slave owner, make 'em crack the whip on they back and shit
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| I’m beating 'em hard, defeating the odds
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| Getting my feet massaged at the lodge, free of charge
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| While the meat get slabbed
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| I feel the need to discharge (uhh)
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| Spit these bars for grip, but this get rich scheme of ours
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| Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball
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| Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall
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| For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp daily
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| Sincerely, yours
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| Marc
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| The man, the mac
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| Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max
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| From that I got a bad back
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| Gat at least a half of shack off the gun rack
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| Just keep where I’m at under the raps
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| That’s the catch ol' chap
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| Don’t make me go inside the backpack
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| Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak
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| G’s on the table, green sable
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| Squeeze, hey, you’ll catch 3 in the navel
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| Bleed till you start seeing angels
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| Scene is tranquil, learn to seem not to be ungrateful
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| The sheet drape you all you seen was his feet and ankles
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| Free the dangle like a Run DMC cable
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| Being strangled in the fiend angle
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| Clean angle riding beast stable
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| Let the piece fade you, rest in peace may you
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| When I come to repay you
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| Revenge is sweet like tree maple
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| You unloyal nigga be faithful
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| It will be faithful when your meets cradle
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| Leak tomato on the street lay you
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| Not be anal but you weak fables ain’t deep
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| Slay you and let the .38 long steam Bathe you
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| You lame you, peep how I came through
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| Show that ass a thing or two
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| It ain’t get your crew, and then the thang-thang blew
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| Man, the mac
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| Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max
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| From that I got a bad back
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| Gat least a half of shack off the gun rack
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| Just keep where I’m at, under the raps
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| That’s the catch ol' chap
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| Don’t make me go inside the backpack
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| Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bozak , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп