| Nicky:
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| I have to blink two times 'cause im camera shy
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| I dont eat ice cream or cherry pie
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| I make it melt man it’ll be dripping of the shelf
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| But looking hella pretty like my leather buckle belt
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| Its a serenity a trinity
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| My legacy is begging me to change my identity
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| A four-five infinity
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| Anthology anatomy is sorta like a policy
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| A rapper termonology
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| It dont give an apology
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| You know the trigonometry
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| You think can handle flygirly (?)
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| It’d get the BDP
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| Half a crimonology
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| The mongoose bangs while the birds all sang
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| I wear my house shoes like Im part of a gang
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| Qupito:
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| I spread bread like mustard but never could trust her
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| You know im just a hustler caught up like Usher
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| Im all in trying to triple a nickel
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| See the game thats told get as cold as icicles
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| I cut 'em off if you question my analysis
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| Day i rate mayne my mind state mac a trick
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| Knowin all my homies gon call when ready
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| To the P. I's and those pushin raw like Eddy
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| You can give me a update and tell me «wassup mayne»
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| Influxuate the paste till its cookie or cupcakes
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| Its so vivid straight up with no gimicks
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| Gotta get on her you can roll wit it
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| Every minute count we bounce
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| We count onces to the amount
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| Houses from the account breached up in the couch
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| Fly down south get the dough in atlanta
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| I hit the floor and do the Toni Montana
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| Chorus:
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| Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke
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| Ima always do my bay thang,
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| Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change
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| No time for playin games hey
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| State-to-State on a papa chase
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| Leavin em laced got moves to make
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| Im staying high like fly for life
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| Cant get by just to maintain
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| Quipto:
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| Oh hell naw
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| I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see
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| So lord dont punish me just 'cause i smoke alot of weed
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| Thats my apology see I be the no sinner
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| The rule breaker shaker mayne the goal tender
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| Getting the business suckas letting the cash burn
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| Im never finish not even after my last words
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| Natural disasters might take your boy
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| No doubt just let me go out in blaze a glory
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| Helpin kids cross the bridge it is what it is
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| Live life with a whole lot of sacrifice to give
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| I dont deserve it
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| Believe me if god told me its curtains
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| I hope i served my purpose and he knows I wasnt perfect
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| Young queez in this game for life
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| Translate do the damn till the day I die
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| Its a cold world baby and im already frost bit
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| So save your breath I play death when you talk shit
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| Nicky:
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| Man its the fifth wheel, some feel, roll up and blow kill
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| I dont trust them motherfuckers all of em hope still
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| Kay swiss white like columbian coke
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| And I dont care about your word I sell dreams and hopes
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| Man its the reece’s buttercup be the focus like a mind reader
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| Number 2 pencil is Picasso’s brush
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| EQ got the purple rain crushed up
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| The rush of the blood is like a task-force bust
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| Chorus:
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| Im going to go, leaving clouds of smoke
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| Ima always do my bay thang,
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| Ima hustler mayne, gotta make my change
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| No time for playin games hey
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| State-to-State on a papa chase
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| Leavin em laced got moves to make
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| Im staying high like fly for life
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| Cant get by just to maintain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blueberry Rain , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Horns and Halos, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп