| Baby my ride so clean, I ride so dirty
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| I’m about to buy an alligator for my birthday
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| My girl asking me, «Where you been?», don’t worry
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| She said, «Baby I crashed the Benz», don’t worry
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| I ride so clean, my ride so dirty
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| I’m about to buy a fucking Lion for my birthday
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| My girl asking me, «Where I been?» |
| don’t worry
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| She said, «Baby, I crashed the Benz», don’t worry
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| Dropkicks out the drop-top 6
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| Don’t make your fucking kid become a hostage, I got this
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| Stay in the water like the Loch Ness
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| Shirtless rocking a locket
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| Drugs in my pocket
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| It’s all for a profit
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| Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in my boxers
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| Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster
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| Orgies at Hofstra
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| My bank account is like a Polish doctor
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| My heart is cold, I sing a soldiers opera
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| My drugs as strong as Arnold
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| They found her dead in the gold Impala
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| Hanging backwards out the chopper
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| The room smell like Nag Champa
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| Most my crew a bunch of armed robbers
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| Yeah, I rhyme sick like I play with shit
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| I’ve driven every flavored whip there is to get
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| Feel like I dip that cigarette in wet stuff
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| I should be on that Sped Ed bus, layin' on the bed with a red head slut
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| These mother fuckers praying that I don’t make it
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| I’m on the balcony stoned and naked playing Sega
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| Prince of Albania
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| No money, nothing to say to ya
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| I push the limo to the stadium
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| Game 7, Knicks-Heat
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| Me and Spike had to switch seats
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| Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet
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| Expensive bracelets where my forearms and my fists meet
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| Down in Mexico eating chilis
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| No emotions, lotions on the bed sheets
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| I saw her walking cause I’m stalking on the dead streets
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| Trying to purchase where the shoulders and the head meet
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| She had a tight pink dress, her pussy was a weapon
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| Said she was a daughter of a Reverend
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| Well, thank god I don’t believe in heaven
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| Butt cheeks sculpted like a horse’s hind
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| Shit man, I think that I just crossed the line
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| Annual abortion time
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| Yeah, she got the tat straight from West 4th
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| Hereditary cancer almost took her breast off
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| And over 6 months she said she had a chest cough
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| Well I’m not a doctor, but I know that’s not a good sign
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| Matter of time 'til she placed and laced in a wood pine
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| For years she was the hood slime
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| Now no longer having a good time
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| Under earth, she burst into a sudden birth
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| Oh shit, the facial of my cousin Murph
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| Strange occurrences, alignment with the sun and earth, yeah
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| As baby turtles break the sand just to figure out the meaning
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| Instinctively they heading towards the water cause they need it
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| Forever cycles stay the same, they feel it like a fiend’s wrist
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| Mustard straight from Russia that they brought in on a steam ship
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| My mustache like a Colonel
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| Take a haters facial and I treat it like a urinal
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| A bit disturbed, confessions in a journal
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| I’m sickened by my thoughts so it’s tossed in the inferno |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alligator , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album SAAAB Stories produced by Harry Fraud, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп