| They used to clown the kid like
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| Scared money don’t make money
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| Now they doing bids right?
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| That’s why conventional wisdom don’t do nothing for me
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| Marvin Harrison passed the eye in the dungeon
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| Quiet ones be the shooters
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| He who dares wins
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| We down here with the losers
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| They robbed that white boy cause this ain’t Hoosiers
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| And stay looking for crack like jewellers
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| Pressin'
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| Like army recruiters
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| Maneuver underwater, Afghani in the scuba
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| Four Nigerians one computer
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| Travailler
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| Middle of the day
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| Steak for two
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| Peter Luger
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| AK47 with the cheese
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| Smoke Gouda
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| Only priorities is right now
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| The near future
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| Optimistic?
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| Every morning between my first sip of coffee
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| Last digit on my scratch off ticket
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| Middle passage I had to sell rations
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| The rest got scurvy and rickets
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| Just another misfit from the edge of irrelevance
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| I been on that Ralph Ellison
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| Nowadays flow meticulous
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| Ridiculous embellishments
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| They said it’s easy money
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| But I just can’t trust it
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| She said I love you honey
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| But I just can’t trust it
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| He said those his boys, not to worry
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| Just can’t trust it
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| They said come through, everything lovely
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| Just can’t
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| Pedal to the metal
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| Enthusiastically peddle crack over instrumentals
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| Only to backpedal when them narcs come knockin'
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| Any resemblance to real events is merely coincidental
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| Motherless child, Hansel & Gretel
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| Abandoned in the ghetto
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| Fear not a wicked witch
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| But a clever Geppetto
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| Have him holding a bag on stage
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| In stilettos
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| Separating Canaanites from they shekels
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| Nigga pennies add up
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| If you the neighborhood Gordon Gekko
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| Wooden nickels of that sour crunch like a good pickle
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| More flights than Biggles
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| But at tonight’s show we play Don Rickles
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| Salt on your game, kosher
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| For putting his name too low on the poster
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| Drunk as a fish harping that no respect danger field
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| After last drink, ticket argument settles
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| Jump behind the wheel and it’s pedal to the metal
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| They said it’s easy money
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| But I just can’t trust it
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| She said I love you honey
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| But I just can’t trust it
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| He said those his boys, not to worry
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| Just can’t trust it
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| They said come through, everything lovely
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| Just can’t |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tinseltown , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Dour Candy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп