| I let the weed be the reason I’m gettin' high and barely breathin'
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| I ain’t never felt the affects of a drought season
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| Born winnin' cus sinnin' be my best friend
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| How can it end when I can’t even say where it begins
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| You in the kitchen, birds move 'cus of prohibition
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| Above suspicion, if you listen you can hear em wishin'
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| My new watch the roundtable of Camelot
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| Dark as the clock that got you got after you got shot
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| Materialistic, cursed man, but still gifted
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| You should see the way I throw away my parking tickets
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| Statement mavis, eyes just like Betty Davis
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| Tryna cheat on every bet I do to make you have to pay it
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| Brain storming, Decpticonin' and transformin'
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| You’ll be just like you got stung by a bee swarmin'
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| Man this is vicious, selfish, and repetitious
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| All about Kahn and the money because its so religious
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| Man it’s the Mecca, light up the Train Wrecka
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| Hot as a pepper when the heroin’s a straight steppa'
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| The cogniac’n, Hennessey is how I’m actin'
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| If you makin' money let me break it down in true fractions
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| Dictator, shootin at the spectators
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| I don’t do favors and I damn sure ain’t a life savor
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| Think you can love it, tackle it, or even hug it
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| Rap cat for real bitch, and I ain’t ballin' on a budget
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| I’m Jessie Jamin', talking loud and PF Changin'
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| They ain’t told me to leave yet, I’m just sayin'
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| I’m top rankin, whatcha broke ass thinkin?
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| Money makin' I’m bakin and I ain’t done yet drankin'
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| 4−4in, Shere Khanin' and Fillmoein'
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| San Anton’in, foul you like Bruce Bowen
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| Fast livin', weed rollin' and blunt blowin'
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| Like Mickey Cohen, take what ya not knowin' and keep goin'
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| No regrettin', mixed with the no forgettin'
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| No hellos, no goodbyes, its just good riddance
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| Darryl Mackin', Adidas and my leather jacket
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| All in ya city, all the time just like a drug package
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| 7 sinners, lined up with 7 liars
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| That’s 14 lawyers, which one I’m gonna hire?
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| Check the tires, no rims and big beats
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| Call the dealers 'cus my talents are in South Beach |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drought Season , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Andre Nickatina, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп