| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| (Turn it up a lil more, uh, uh, yeah)
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| Soulo Ho the prophet
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| I’m a fiend like Bassy
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| Money like I’m Saudi, agua from the islands
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| We went from Pintos to Benzos
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| Plain and simple, let’s race a little
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| The bar needs to be raised a little
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| I led the way, but never raised the pencil
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| Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
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| And you know what our time apart meant
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| Pardon me, if I’m arguably
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| The hardest nigga on the beat
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| Me and Bas is bosses, throwin' their boxers
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| I got on fifty dollar boxers
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| I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday
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| I went digital
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| Yo shit we don’t dig at all, we just dish if off
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| You know I gotta eat
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| My bitch got cakes and I’m getting that brain
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| That’s food for thought
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| Uhh, got the loud and it’s lit
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| Got the loud and it’s lit
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| You smoking that reggie, you niggas ain’t ready
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| Be quiet and quit
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| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| Bassy on a mission
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| Stackin' dough like it’s a photo moment
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| Haters hate us only for the moment
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| 'Cause your bitch wanna take a photo, homie
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| Soulo rollin', got an onion on us
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| Where my city dolo like Vanilla Sky
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| Smoking like we 'bout to cross the border
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| Got a couple shows up on the other side
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| 25 in a row, shit
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| Shows jumping, we’ve been hittin' licks
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| Money flowin' like we flippin' bricks
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| Now I don’t know if I’ve ever been in this town
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| Flip a switch, killing niggas like I pulled the plug
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| Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs
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| Got the whole crowd yelling, «Feel the buzz,» it’s lit
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| I call her, one DM
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| I land around noon, but I fuck by 1PM, FIENDS
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| Practice what you preach, preach love
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| Careful what you eat, half of it’s diseased
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| They don’t want us here
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| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| Try say somethin' new, it ain’t nothin' new to say
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| Everythin' been did, each and every which way
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| You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
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| You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
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| What the tongue can’t taste
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| What the eyes can’t see
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| What the ear can’t hear
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| What your nose can’t sniff
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| Put your hands in the air
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| P-put your hands in the air
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| What the tongue can’t taste
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| What the eyes can’t see
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| What the ear can’t hear
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| What your nose can’t sniff
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| P-put your hands in the air
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers
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| Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up
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| Bet this resin never leave my finger tips
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| Helen Keller would’ve felt the shit (braille)
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| But tell me what is it you niggas want
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| Really, tell me what is it you niggas want
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| Are you niggas dope or you just doin' dope?
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| Is you niggas dope or you just doin' dope? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Braille , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Do What Thou Wilt., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп