| Look y’all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served…
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| Put the money in her… look I know y’all used to them bottles of that piss
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| yellow…
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| You fuck this we closin' shit out…
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| If I’m as ill when I’m makin' my arms achin'
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| Holdin' this baby over the roof when my Incubus CD skips…
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| My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch
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| On the land of them flips man start handin me dames or clips
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| Fuck it — start squeezin' - shootin' mo’fuckers for no reason
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| Am I buggin when I burst in flames after rubbin' - gasoline on my arms and
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| chest and start huggin'
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| People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens when they question me I say
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| where I wasn’t
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| Pretty BM puttin holes in your civic out the window shermed up if you say I
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| don’t live it
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| Shits landin' your grills holdin' a divot large enough for a cow’s femur to
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| pivot
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| Or is it Chris Palko that’s givin' these bitches mouthfuls
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| Then it’s thank you notes on their face with scalpels
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| CK won, if you see Cage run
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| Your dough bitches I leave and tip y’all in ones
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| Out of dough you might wake up with a mouth full of cum
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| And this ether rag to wipe with when I’m done
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| CK won yeah for CK run
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| Your pockets dawg you keep the lint and the crumbs
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| If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun
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| Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
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| Now don’t start gettin jumpy I’m happy to pump 3
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| Clips in your face then set out to leave the country
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| Bitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat and get whats left of
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| the bitch back
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| Eat later rap to heat haters pimp like I feed em feet first to gators
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| Skin grafts can’t hide the brand and then rolled up here with your husband
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| after my hands in it
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| Then send em home with three of my mans in it cuz I’m no prince like protective
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| palm laminates
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| Think shits silly now watch the nine milly — put this really dull bitch brains
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| all in the belly
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| That’s fifty K more fifty more to gun or play back to the lab with a big
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| tittied run away
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| Guess who ain’t gonna pay to paint eyelids. |
| Getting head from her while the
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| bitch is still drivin
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| I left a trail of dead nurses kept the ID from their purses
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| Started my own 1 900 number service…
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| Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time
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| Still collectin' note when I’m too wasted to rhyme
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| You in the bed, she online with the webcam, go get your head slammed limbs
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| broke bedpan
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| All for this bitch played you for Chris, IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you
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| Cage piss
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| With the incidentals of Cage Kennylz cut through the panties with the rocks in
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| the dentals
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| Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch unless you want diamond earrings with
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| earlobes attached
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| Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it cuz I ain’t got one and I ain’t waitin' a
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| minute
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| If the ransom ain’t met then I ain’t cakey to floss cheese grater to face and
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| start scrapin' it off…
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| «Down in the snook of the duke of new york — now they knew who was master and
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| leader» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ck Won , by - Cage. Song from the album Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп