| Y’all hear the voice, y’all see the name, nigga
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| Biggie, it’s Queens
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| Y’all know everything Barack Obama Special over here
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| He lets it fly
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| Juice
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| This one is dedicated to
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| My bitch ass neighbors, ha, ha, yeah
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| 'Cause I’m livin' better now, better now
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| Bitch I’m livin' better now
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| Yeah
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| I had to move 'cause my neighbors so racist (Fuck niggas)
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| My new crib fly though (Sheesh)
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| Lookin' like the 4th of July though (Fiends)
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| Lookin' like a frosted gelato (Dam)
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| Cool as a chill, Navy Seal, nigga (Pew, pew)
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| Hot as the heels on a field, nigga
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| Puttin' in work, fuck how you feel
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| Buy my family trips, fuck value meals
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| Only lie to police, I ain’t tyin' your leash
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| I got higher motives, fuck lyin' still, I am on a whole 'nother level
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| Got up out the street, ran up in the industry
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| Just to see, that I’m dealin' with a whole 'nother devil
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| Whatever last, smoke buddah, make more Gouda cheese
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| My whip European but the kid Sudanese
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| Got a laundry list of niggas with the list of they needs, holy
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| Them cats is prone to actin' phony
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| Get no actions ask the homies, you ain’t know?
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| We miles ahead, the matrimony’s dead
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| No time for fakes, my niggas make mistakes
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| Heard it all, the commentary’s dead
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| They go to state, don’t get no GPAs
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| Got GTAs, the commissary’s fed
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| I pray to God, I call in my request
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| I tell Him my regrets
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| I tell nobody else how it feels, I cannot share the stress I’m feeling
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| I tell em my regrets
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| (Tell me things and old desires)
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| I tell nobody else how it feels
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| I cannot share the stress I’m feeling
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| I can tell you’re apprehensive and I can’t ask why
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| I’m like fireworks in the Baghdad sky
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| I might b’e the second coming, I might be the end all
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| But I keep her comin', especially off the Henn' dog
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| In the end all rivers, lakes will dry out, but us involved we gon' leave a
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| ocean of salt, Lord
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| So many love’s lost, let me count it with the gloves off
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| I need more fingers, Cole lingers long in my soul
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| Got my eyes down but I can’t find ground
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| Ten toes holdin' the floor, like I’m tied down but I can’t find ground
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| We the same, thought you came from the roots too
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| So love ain’t love like it used to be
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| You abstain from the blame if you chose to
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| But I’ma be here some years so get used to me
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| Tell me things and old desires
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| I tell nobody else how it feels
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| I cannot share the stress I’m feeling
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| 'Cause for his new recital he go suicidal
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| Not me, blue recital, hit the main stage, I’m the coolest I know
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| How I maintain empty bottles in the silver buckets, say it’s luck
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| Come and spend the day with us
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| I’ve been up the past 48, first 48 going great
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| Forty states in forty in days, got them motherfuckas goin' crazy
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| When all they waitin' on is me and I been waiting long to see it
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| Bassy
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| When you milk, you milk, you can’t deny the milk
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| The only way to go is the milky way, my boy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barack Obama Special , by - Bas. Song from the album Milky Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп