| man you can picture my perfection from the purple in the paper
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| get it popin 'cause its poppin
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| put the pimpin in the player
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| pick the player grab the photographer
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| platiunum pearl pistol packa
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| wake you up the mornin after
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| you know just wut im after
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| i eat spaghetti wit the tiger prawns
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| and like to buy anything that my eyes is on
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| i politic before im leaving wit the god of khan
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| the ladies know me real well at the auto barn
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| my mercedez i wiffer past its supper bad
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| the color man will hit you like a jab
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| thats where im at
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| i give a gun to the hands of time
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| so i can shoot out of endless rhymes
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| i sent you pictures of perfection
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| its interlection of your connection
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| its something like a model car collection
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| you hit em queez
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| -Equipto
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| ill get em
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| f**k a world their against me
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| so spittin my raps its like a real deal mc
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| nothing attatched ill be married to the game
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| im life long wit it till they carry me away
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| everything i say true so you wonder where the time went
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| situate the studio time from all the grindin
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| see my life flash i roll the dice fast
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| i cant even find time just to sit and write raps
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| you livin like that
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| man the scratch i reverse the north
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| im sucked in by the perfect storm
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| i can take it like a man
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| break down with the fan
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| you suckas hating the situation the hands
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| playboy im from the filmoe
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| man aka bay yola
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| we let our hair grow to our shouldas
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| pictur polorola
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| and hit the freeway from the rollas
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| man laughin wit a mouth full of doja
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| by the qouta i thought i told ya
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| its through the wire like HBO
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| my vouge tires said the rest to go
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| man can you picture the perfection
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| its like a weapon a smith and wesson
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| you askin me do rappers go to heaven
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| is that the question
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| i keep it cold just like mavato
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| you split it down the middle like a fiddle me and sato
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| i like to walk wit facco 'cause she walks just like a model
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| my life is like a love letter find it in the bottle
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| your baby bubba
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| i hit the streets just like its rubber
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| dont weigh im bouts to roun up in my car and make you studder
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| -Equipto
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| uh you know come on
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| yea top notch caliber underdog challenger
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| manage to get by everyday of the calander
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| world wide traveler
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| pray when im landed
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| rolling up tough blunts taste like candy
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| im the weddin crasher drive like the answer
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| been over a g ima tell you put cash up
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| spittin like the last one im the summer rida
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| ever since the 4 the 1 the 5
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| -Andre Nickatina
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| man the 4 the 1 the 5 uh
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| man ima fast driv-uh
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| banna cream pie-uh
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| baby yous a lie-uh
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| i suck up in the choi-uh
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| man picture the perfection
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| the third world filmoe chair numba 7
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| i was goin like im wavy
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| the rap god forgave me
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| and after that day g
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| rock-a-bye baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purrfect Storm, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Bullet Symphony Horns And Halos #3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп