| They call me Tennessee tornado
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| You can call me Dr J if you a baller, and its getting fatal
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| My big 6 crush the whole table
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| Cuz my domino effect is from the grave back to the cradle
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| I rap MC lullabies
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| So these cats bring 38's, tek nines and 45's
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| The grass is green, so we stay high
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| Freak, how you gonna buy a burger, didn’t get the damn fries
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| I leave ya stiff when I elevate
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| 5−0 at the door, tigers all hit the fire 'scape
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| I got my money, my weed, i got my wallet
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| Staggering like an alcoholic, just can’t call it, yo
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| We do these things and we don’t give a fuck
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| We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin' Cougnut
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| I got on my blue star Chucks
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| We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin' Cougnut
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| My rap mag plays laser tag
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| So they can find your hand and the mic' in the brown bag
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| I wear my pants with a slight sag
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| I expose your shows with flows, man, cuz I love cash
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| I rhyme gamble like Pete Rose
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| And I sport new clothes on you MC fine hoes
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| I locate like transmitters
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| And you know with my wood your heart fill the five spitter?
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| I ain’t nothin but a go-getter
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| Some think I’m touched so they label me a gold nigga
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| Keep skis like a gold digger
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| Like credit card scams that exceed in the 4 figures |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Couger , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Hells Kitchen, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп