| This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low
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| Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info
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| Young killa' that be ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down
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| Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around
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| Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF
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| Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks
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| Ain’t talkin' grams but I’m on deck, they talkin' grams I’m focused
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| This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit
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| Imagine that, I had to kick them braggin raps
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| But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet
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| You hesitant and I’m adamant, can’t stop this, got the locksmith
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| In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I’m making cream like
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| Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold
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| These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat
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| Well fuck the bullshit it’s time to let these niggas know
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| Let these niggas know, let these niggas know
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| Getting money now nigga trust that
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| Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that
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| Y’all niggas talking shit but y’all won’t bust back
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| Nah!
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| I’m high as my confidence, nigga sue me
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| Niggas acting like they part of the action I’m in the movie
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| Let’s get it crackin', young nigga with fashion, two piece Louis
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| With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty
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| Yeah I’m bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me
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| Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like «Who he? |
| «Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate
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| Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is
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| Listen kid, this is the part where I’m swearing we win
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| Money make the world go round I’m preparing to spin
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| I swear I love LA but when it’s ready to end
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| I’m in New York tossing dimes like I’m Jeremy Lin
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| I’m a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus, low
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| Operate measures, my hybrid’s better
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| Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence
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| Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this
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| I know you see the cars and the whips
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| Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick
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| I’m here for the cash I ain’t calling in sick
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| Next time I pick up the phone, I’m calling in rich
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| One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
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| One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour
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| I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before
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| I know I love my life for sure
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| You know I fucked your wife, my whore
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| I’m a fucking animal, that’s one hell of a species
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| I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis
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| Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less
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| Lose-lose, 22 caps in that catchers mit
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| And daddy’s absence was the reason why the swagger’s this
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| Similar to abstinent ass and you ain’t tappin' shit
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| Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a
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| Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again
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| And dip fast as shit with all the cash cacklin'
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| Stanzas are them axes that him have to cut the chatter with
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| Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against
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| Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in
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| Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip
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| Black flack jacket tap dancin' in a passion pit
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| Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical
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| Lips slurpin' that lit purple, my bitch circular
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| Not givin' shits like writers when it’s personal
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| Disgustin' as dick burping when it’s vertical
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| (Oh shit that’s the end huh
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| Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PNCINTLOFWGKTA , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Customized Greatly Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп