| Yeah
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| Aye
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| Yeah
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| Aye
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| Yeah, yeah yeah
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| Aye
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| Aye, Aye
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| Dash to the door, passing your hoe
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| Would introduce but you already know
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| Rap’s for the fiends, crack limousine
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| Come through hoe so fresh so clean
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| Oh my god these racks on me
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| Oh my god this nigga sick
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| First name James I shoot with the rockets
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| I can’t pull up with no stick
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| Bloody water human’s bliss, they
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| Build you up and then they switch
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| Talking to his baby momma
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| She got Saber on her lips
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| Swear I fucking hate the drama
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| Threw that pussy in the ditch
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| Texted told that bitch I love her
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| But I gotta make a grips
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| Sprint, running to the Billies
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| Fucking goat, first name Billy
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| Ride this dick babe pop a wheelie
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| Pussy wet I’m free and willing
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| Fuck you 'til that pussy burst
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| Fucking sweet they stars they burst
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| Thought I fucking told you weenies
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| Bitch we fucking creeping lurking
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| It’s over for you nigga, fuck
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| Everyone that you know in the spotlight
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| I’m getting closer nigga, what could the
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| Pussy really stand but that’s not right
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| I pray I got my shot, and one wrong
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| Move we catching bodies, if his
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| Momma crying siren then we
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| Know we fucking got him
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| Aye, why
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| Everybody here gotta die
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| Aye, why
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| All they ever do is tell lies
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| Grips, shoulder
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| Fuck that shit, I’m running
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| For my, city
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| For the fucking top I’m gunning
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| Aye, why
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| Everybody here gotta die
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| Aye, why
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| All they ever do is tell lies
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| Grips, shoulder
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| I don’t need, I’m running
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| For my, city
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| For the fucking top I’m gunning |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billygoatfreestyle, artist - Bill $aber. Album song Kill Everything, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп