| Car parked outside for about 2 hours
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| Scheme ass ak’s, you know we gotta get ours
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| So I’m talking bout how I’m fully wisdom, money and power
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| Both smoking his face and smaking in the back of the choppa
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| No time to waste bra, what’s the combination?
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| I’m laughing at the safe, I gotta make em pay up
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| Said it’s bricks in the attic, money in the truck, I’m from the projects
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| Where everybody sells drugs
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| Them mob figures nigga now you know the bizness
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| Shot pops in his face so we get the picture
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| Got a car for my chick, hoe it is it
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| Got 50 g’s for you fetty, we getting richer
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| She ain’t kill a nigga quick, they my bunny bitches
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| Think you about to fuck and then you missing
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| I taught them show no love, yeah I’m in the pimping
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| Collecting they digits and managing women
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| Bow to the emperor, lion mane at my feet
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| Sleep on a polar bear fur and my pillow’s mean
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| 6 damn… whip glorious day for the king soon they gotta lead
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| Just got a word there’s a peasant in the residence
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| The princess made the guards tease
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| Bring them from the dungeon and plunge them if they are thieves
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| Sniper took one out he was lounging at the guard keys
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| I prolly would have left him leave, hit him with a small feet
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| Tryina feed the kids, I remember the hard game
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| I got a kingdom, but in the hood is where my heart stays
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| Travel on, impress my people, with the dark ways
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| The hell was down when they were found at the edge of our sharp blade
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| The hell was down when they were found at the edge of our sharp blade
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| A street pirate no eye patch
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| Fucking the game from the back till she climax
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| You can run but where you hiding at?
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| Got some niggas in the condo, choppa with the double drum bringos
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| Chilled in my com mode, kush slipping out my nostrils
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| Know this life slipping as the time goes
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| Stay on in my grind mode, it’s what my mind keep telling me
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| But get him out the way, I’ll be right back to selling D
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| Which is me dope in its purest spawn
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| So sit back by the track but you shooting on
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| Niggas talk shit till them things popping ass, when that shit stop
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| Fucking off money lil nigga keep rock
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| A leap and a zip lock nigga, that 6 shooter give you 6 shots nigga
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| Cause niggas get clicked for that sort of shit
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| I got a bitch that will kill you for a quarter bricks
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| Salute the shooter at the side of its death
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| Confusing cops with no evidence left
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| Salute the props, let the streets assume
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| Who put the kid down and really put the boy in the tomb
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| Fear when they speak his name they feel goose bumps
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| Rise on the back of his neck when I produce tump
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| No blow, just drough, juiced up, with the mafia for real, uz-ed up
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| Hard pump nitro, dark shades, no love, no blindfold
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| Drama goes on long as life goes
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| Do my homework and I finished my assignment
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| Believe I own you when it’s not from consignment
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| Vocal if I see bullshit, you can’t quiet me
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| Approaching you with 2 full clips, you better hide from me
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| All that slick talk will get a nigga picked off
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| Sure but you’re dough stepping, blow your whole shit off
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| 21 gunz salute, I used to be the youngest one in the group
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| Now my yg shoot, I’ma god in the street, plugs beg me to meet
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| They just wanna talk prices, I’m getting them cheap
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| I told them homie listen up, them high chills burn
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| He got hit 2 times I hope it’s not his turn
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| I got rich off the fish scale, cookie and pot
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| I can’t wait till I ball and my kush plans dry
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| I had to get it baby, you see me bands dipping
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| Lean sipping, yeah the cream got the fiends itching
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| I saw my ex bitch, she said she need pimping
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| I’m in the m6 with my Japanese bitches
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| Riding round, I keep the weeds twisted
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| 2 zens and some gin got me seeing different
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| I let off 30 rounds in your coupe, 21 gunz salute |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 21 Gunz, artist - Berner. Album song Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп