| Live
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| Stare in the mirror I’m a changed man
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| Never, I’m just executing my game plan
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| Shit, I’m crunching numbers just like a rain man
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| And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand
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| I snap the button on the driving gloves
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| Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug
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| I probably die from drugs or while I’m fucking
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| Fuck it, as long as she suck dick
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| You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives
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| Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb
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| Staring at the crescent while I’m laying on my back
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| Smokin' drug, you know the potent one
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| Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu
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| Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu
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| When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two
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| Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo
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| It’s Bam Bam and I’m feeling like my time is here, to take the world over
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| Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl’s shoulder, then have a cold soda
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| If you ain’t with me roll over
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| My mind marinate in drug sauce
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| The private driver’s name is Gustaf
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| The cuff links is like a slut’s cough
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| So disgusting, english muffin
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| With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon
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| With my pimpish cousin
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| He sport the slick-back clean
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| And I inquired how’d he get that
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| Paused and said a bitch is a bitch
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| I twist the spliff while I sit in the six
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| The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince
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| Thumbs in the belt loop, as I pose for the pic
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| My boy is shell-amen, I blessed your residence with elegance
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| Turning entire rooms into elephants
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| Stepped in the building
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| The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey
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| Ferrari taped at the party
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| Wheeled in by Steve Harvey
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| He had the freshest line in the building
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| He stunted on mine, it was my party
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| And he tarnished my shine got mad and had him escorted out
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| «Vincent, get 'I'm outta my face»
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| And Missy Elliot had started a fight
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| Busta Rhymes was on a molly
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| From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body
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| Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me
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| Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house
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| Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out
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| He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat
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| I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely
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| I rock the Jordan sole that’s kinda icy
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| My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey
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| Niggah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flip Ya (feat. Retchy P) , by - Action Bronson. Song from the album Blue Chips 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп