| Yep, yeah
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| Yep, yeah
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| Yep, yeah
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| Oh
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| I’m on, I’m grown, I’m so in my zone
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| You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this my home
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| Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody
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| Who don’t know about it and tell 'em I am him
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| Pale and not so slim
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| But I shine bright even when it’s dark and grim
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| She marched on in but she far from a saint
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| Knowin you’s pretendin that you are what you ain’t
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| Cause your startin to taint what once was pure
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| Irregardless I must endure
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| Cause what’s for sure, is that I am blessed
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| Just give me what I’m owed and I might get rest
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| See slight success, only brings more hunger
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| But don’t you mistake lightning for thunder
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| Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes
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| Like men of great faith, then white’s hype
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| Why your rims spin, spinnin
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| I ain’t slept ten minutes
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| No shut eye 'til this is
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| Right, yeah, is finished
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| I came for that big spinach
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| And I can’t get it, with image
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| So all I can do is spit vintage
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| Again and again and again
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| Just draw the play up and run it
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| Vision, something that’s great, I’ve become it
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| I played it and won it and profited it from it
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| A wonderful life and with honor I’ve done it
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| But you gotta confront it, it’s permanent shorty
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| Feel the flames is burnin you softly
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| Yes these lames is certaintly salty
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| That’s how I know that the birds is off me
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| All I really ever wanted in my whole life
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| Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight
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| To have my own wife, instead of havin to borrow
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| Johnny’s in Philly and Chad’s in Toronto
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| I ask for a lot though, thus I accept it
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| I’m gonna die lonely, big money’s my homey
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| So Betty why don’t we proceed to the suite
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| My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet (yeah)
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| I’m special, especially when these lames is next to me
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| Every check I see, bring the flex outta me
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| Girl I’ll pay for your love, and the sex I’ll free
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| Okay, don’t play, you gon' stay, then stay
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| But if you afraid of livin, then you ain’t really wit it
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| Then please be on your way, with no delay
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| They say only the strong survive
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| And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive
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| But the truth ain’t dead, I’m so alive
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| You don’t want me to shine, then close your eyes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song As The Rim Spins, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song The Charm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп