| The truth already set sail, I’m looking for reasonable doubt
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| The check’s in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth
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| I was born during a drought, I was born to a house divided against itself
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| I was born into the mouth a well amidst poverty
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| Dad died, they gave me his stuff
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| I put a couple more notches in the belt
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| Play the hand you dealt, DC on melt seeds poppin
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| 98 not gonna release your delta h meridian
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| Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again
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| Traffic island gilligan, dwb except the pat down like a second class citizen
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| No need for the sugar coatin', have you seen any brothers on the moon?
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| I got you open, Scott? |
| with the shank you get cut and ganked gaffold leaking
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| from the poking
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| Big bank take little bank, Zimbabwean dollars what I’m holding so I’ll take
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| that now
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| Thanks,? |
| with the boy golden
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| Face bloated wrists frozen
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| When he wave from outdated Soviet tank don’t be frontin like you dont know him
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| Buried in fatigues soldier slim, i see murder in a crimson tie, george teague
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| The overlook hotel is where I’ve always been
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| Your frame of reference is Brick Squad
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| Mine is Poppa Large, big shot on the East Coast
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| Ain’t what it used to be, but I’ll take it
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| I done boast cowardly threat, flow make shift
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| Hey momma! |
| I finally made it!
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| No lie, son jumped out a third story window when we got raided
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| My feet never left the floor, I’m on that James Naismith
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| Soft spoken, unabraisive
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| Politely asked whitey to loosen the bracelet
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| Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking
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| Hot date? |
| I do the cooking
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| Turns out she stays up in the Bronx, I’m in Brooklyn
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| That commute ain’t appealing
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| Best not forget your earrings
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| Summer heat searing
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| She’s dressed for it so of course the streets is leering
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| My skin’s crawling, stomach turning
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| This Bill Belamy cornball honking and swerving
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| She hardly seem to notice, focused like bourbon
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| Me? |
| I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier beats
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| That’s definitely not the flavor
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| And trust me you not doing the 90's no favors
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| Louie the 14th in a clean glass piece slow motionley major
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| Theme music for stolen credit card movements
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| They caught the most etherest of vapor
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| White suburb, black neighbor
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| I’m high like black mayor
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| Rivet city ransom
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| But the hoe need no savior
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| Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself
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| I’m gonna go get the papers, get the papers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nigerian Email , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album History Will Absolve Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп