| Little nigga this be my art
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| Most of these niggas steal from the bigger guys
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| Choose your religion, I’m breaking bread in the synagogue
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| Everybody line up, your time up, go find a recliner
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| Laid back as I’m murdering these vaginas
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| Early morning in the diner with the egg whites
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| Butter on the bread light, if it still don’t hit you I bet the lead might
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| Uncle doing fed time, I still celebrate
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| With a glass of that red wine, step in the booth and bless mine
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| I know god watching over me
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| Send niggas to hit your moms in her ovaries
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| For these faggots thinking they knowing me
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| Take a trip to the church, pour water on your rosaries
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| Believe what I got up my sleeve will make you freeze and plead
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| You looking nervous while you drop to your knees, please
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| I’m the real meaning of a rap artist, blood stains on your man’s carpet
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| Coroner
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| If it’s sawfish we eat pasta with the bassa
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| Keep these bitches praying like we’re knocka sipping vodka
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| I’m a doctor, no stethoscope
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| Precious coke, freshest dope
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| I rock a leather coat while looking for a better quote
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| Never wrote, shit I ain’t about these streets
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| Certified, murder time, now you mortified, I make a burner rise
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| Open up your chest and take a breath, these bullets burglarize
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| Surgeon sized salary, beast of the galaxy
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| struggles, skywalk on air bubbles
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| Niggas act stingy with wealth but share troubles
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| They can keep that, bout to relocate to where the beach at
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| Fuck the jacket and the winter I be poolside for dinner
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| Out of town, chilling with friends like David Schwimmer
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| Well built, covered in silk, I’m looking slimmer
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| Lay with dimes handcrafted by the palms of perfection
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| What you see is what you get, this life is all about perception
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| Welcome to the great outdoors, peace to the wilderness
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| Started from the ground up, peep how we’re building this
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| Shine bright, grind right, rhyme tight, now we in the limelight
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| Ow! |
| Outdoorsman in the building, what, Ow!
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| Ow! |
| Outdoorsman in the building, what, Ow!
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| Niggas is skilled at this, welcome to the great outdoors, peace to the
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| wilderness
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| Across the pond we got your nieces on our bits and pieces
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| A bitter feast that increases, we’re sipping, jeesus
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| Fuck swiping fees, that’s for skeezers, they try to bleed us
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| They feed us and then secede us, and wish we give em a fetus
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| I’m on my old school shit, rocking Adidas
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| Face covered by, straight in dialogue with Midas
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| Recreational mischief had us wyling, holding heaters
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| Keep the views of nonbelievers tightly tucked behind my sneakers
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| Fuck em, stepped on by thousand dollar gym shoes
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| Buckwild, talk of the town, my niggas been news
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| It’s still penmanship, gave birth to your whole style but then I ended it
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| you my IQ is GQ
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| I control the drugs, you let the drugs control you
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| Shit, we cut from a different cloth
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| You run from niggas, I run with niggas that’s pitching soft |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Salmon Croquettes , by - Meyhem Lauren. Song from the album Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп