| The stars are bright
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| So let the wine flow
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| We’ll soon cover the clouds
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| With crimson and coal
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| Dance all night
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| Show your lover the world
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| Cause with the sunrise
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| It’s ready to go
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| It’s ready to go
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| It’s ready to go
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| It’s ready to go
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| It’s ready to go
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| Banks and Steelz supremacy
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| Take it to extremities
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| Can’t be poisoned by y’all noise and
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| We always got a remedy
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| Microphone is weaponry
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| Rappin skills legendary
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| Bust a nut, on these sluts
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| Only cause it’s necessary
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| Polo wearin, never sharin'
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| Top choice bitches I’ll be baggin
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| Undefeated, quite conceited
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| Many times y’all catch me braggin'
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| Ghetto motherfuckers walkin' with our pants saggin'
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| Pioneer this brand
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| Yall up on my bandwagon
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| Fire breathing dragon disaster, microphone abusing
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| Makes my poison lyrics with street life, hip-hop infusing
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| Cruising in a Lamborghini
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| Sippin on a dry martini
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| Hood niggas saw me they thought
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| They saw a Lamborghini
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| My logo got carved inside your limestone
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| My mind has grown across five time zones
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| Bobby shake to the quake of a drum track
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| Make no mistake
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| After this you gonna jump back
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| Jump back, jump back nigga jump back
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| Got enough funk and skunk to fill a dump truck
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| Pump up your fists to this
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| Or you’ll get lumped up
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| Immaculate conception
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| You thought you had light but that was just my reflection
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| Uncircumcised thoughts I brake through protection
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| Sterilize mind I’m immune to infections
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| So nigga you burn before you turn
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| You churn
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| I don’t give a fuck what you earn
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| This is hip hop super sperm
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| Get em out
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| Get em out
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| Get em outta here
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Take em back
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| Take em back
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| Take em outta here
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
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| I said put your fucking hands in the air
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| Sword
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| Stone
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| Sword
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| Stone
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| Sword
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| Stone
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| Samurai sword spitter
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| Bigger alternator
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| Detonator, orchestrater
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| The heats on the microwave
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| Darth Vader take a shave
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| Park up in the vallet
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| The phantom pull in Times Square
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| Get out with balleys
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| I take your girl inside
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| Checkers and the ralleys
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| They say she a stallion
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| The hat pumped with 40 gallons
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| They see me Ark 2
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| Parked up in park view
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| Lindrumming out
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| I can’t slouch, women see the muscles
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| The flexing on the couch
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| I’m Billy Rayon
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| Toyota squat low key gas station
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| Get gas
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| You see the Avalon, double minked up
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| I charge coats in Paragon
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| If she ball I tell her go sew her hair on
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| Stare on and drive out
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| The cat scratch your eyes out
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| I take my sword on board
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| The G4 and fly out
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| The rolls Royce decapitate em throw your head out
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| Mexican rydell you see the cartel
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| Helmets on the first team with the fox holes and triple beams
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| Magna Cartier watch
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| I’m tall as Chris Bosh
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| How you like your fitted
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| Movin, spin or wash
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| Sword
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| Stone
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| Sword
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| Stone
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| Polo wearing, never sharing, top choice bitches I be bagging
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| Let the music play slow down the gun play
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| Let you move for 6K
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| Destroy you in one day
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| With just words
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| Reverse the S and make a sword
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| I love myself
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| How can I stress a broad
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| I face everyday calamities
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| As calm as a swan on a pond
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| Rip 48 straight without a yawn
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| You trapped on g8 that’s checkmate with a pawn
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| Bobby Steelz
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| Got his seed a swing on a lawn
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| And a pool in the back
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| I dreaded selling crack
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| I was good at flippin packs
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| Fiends kept coming back
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| Boostin leather bags from gucci
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| Cops kept me on my foot
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| I come to learn
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| I could earn more from one book
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| I bought one from Donald Passman
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| And I out-grossed my classmen
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| Hip hop music I love it with a passion
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| It ain’t nothing like hip hop music
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| We like it cause we choose it
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| Whether programs samples or acoustic
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| I got you in a puzzle cube like a rubiks
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| After sweating you’ll be tired hot and wet cause you perspire
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Banks & Steelz
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| After sweating you’ll be tired hot and wet cause you perspire
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Get em out
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| Get em out
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| Get em outta here
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Take em back
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| Take em back
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| Take em outta here
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
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| I said put your fucking hands in the air
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Sword Stone
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| Banks & Steelz
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| Sword Stone
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| Sword Stone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sword in the Stone , by - Banks & Steelz. Song from the album Anything But Words, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп