| Doing all the shit could watch the room clear
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| Philistines who are they
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| And drop-crotch junior watching knobby sweats
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| Sipping mango lasse on this 'loppy steps
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| Lifted obvious, Elucid spit the pyre, pro’ly for the youth dem
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| My few for this position distant, assume pretention, nickel defenses
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| While I read intention, rover back dacks, grease kicked under helmet
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| His condition make him dish it, fell asleep with the L lit
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| Anubis met me at the entrance, listen
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| Due in remembrance, sip the nectar
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| Echoes thump in the wall, knocking mad professor
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| Brooklyn Canaanite temple rusher
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| God is love and I just wanna fucking thrust deeper
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| Pull out, nut up on her pelvis, shoot well in from the gut
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| I’m a sour brock puffer, snuggie hazard, orange scully
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| Shopping for stock and stuff 'em
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| I see colors when I touch the track
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| Most young kings get they head chopped
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| Lumpy flat top, Nike’s pro’ly but dad stopped
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| Soft rocking these logging rappers, catch leg drop
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| Across throat, off the top turned buckle
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| Adjust my singlet, power moves spoke in broken English
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| I sinked it, now streaming, spilling pepper sauce on this kingfish
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| Prosecco by the magnum, yeah they gon' catch a bad one
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| We’re all gonna laugh at you
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| We’re all gonna laugh at you
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| We’re all gonna laugh at you
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| They’re all gonna laugh at you
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| When they rushed in look on his face pure astonishment
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| Cops' wet dream, they let him cook, then crack like moccasin
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| Pussy-whipped King Solomon, moving on up hicks in Jeraleman
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| Round stone smooth, deals you can’t lose
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| Eyebrow raised, lowest, Armand Hammer with the sickle
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| Superstitiously speak riddle, casino cameras swivle
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| The escorts fake gable, common few, one heckler
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| Lone government off sectors, bad husband, bitch is a broken record
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| One you make it this far they’re all victory cigars sky wide like Texas
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| Put a nigga on the map, whites come when the night’s black
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| Chinese New Year outside the shotgun shack
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| Put 'em up on that, five in service, hit the sky
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| through the beat ons said nigga rack
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| Hat to the back, jacket flack, BQE
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| Driver’s seat left rad as Iraq
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| Crest play on the last laugh track while you frown
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| Buried forms pile the shore, crack Barry Bonds
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| They wait for you on the way down, it’s a rap
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| One smart neighbor, a tip of the cap, a flip of the jack
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| Your ship lifts in water thick with flea and rats, stupid |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.E.T., artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп