| Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
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| Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
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| Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
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| My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
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| Ain’t no time to fuck around
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| It sound like we got a hit
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| If you call yourself a rapper, that just mean you gotta spit
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| All I hear is bars about these bitches and Bugatti shit
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| Everybody hating, ain’t enough to get new Godi lit
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| John C. Holmes in the kitchen, fuck him and beat him
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| Y’all are ass backwards like if you can’t join 'em then beat 'em
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| See me finger fuck the world while you fuckers fighting for freedom
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| They be trying to put the scope on the demon but never see him
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| Believe what you see and what they can add at a pair a diem
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| Now gates make a marinate, light the grill up and fucking eat 'em
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| So what’s the reason for jealousy, envious lust and treason
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| You feel like we’re Justin Bieber, I feel like you must be dreaming
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| For real
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| We been scheming up and in the pop offs
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| Everybody got my side guns
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| We the definition of a squad goes hard
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| Line 'em up, that’s what the blindfold’s for
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| Strange bro, that’s happening
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| Gang flow, that’s gassing
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| Kill in cold blood fashion
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| Then we carry our gold pass it
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| Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
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| Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
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| Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
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| My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
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| U-B-I be, I be, all up in your favorite places
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| We gotta be paid, we made it
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| We don’t want my name in faces
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| But that doesn’t make me famous
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| They said that we Boujee, they basic
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| Committee come get it straightened
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| And killer, the city where ghetto celebrity stat was generated
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| The levels were penetrated
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| Incredibles demonstrated
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| Play to pay them keeping them sedated
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| Slated get 'em keeping them persuaded
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| Ultra uno, CES
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| You’re listening to killer city’s best
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| I ain’t playing, play is the only button you should press
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| Do we hustle, yes, muscle chest midwest
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| Specialists at catchin' wreck
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| You catching up, we catching checks
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| Place your bet, better put respect on it
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| And I reckon no enemies want it
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| I’m reppin' KCC on it
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| And it seems we see no opponents
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| You know what I swing for the fences
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| It ain’t no suspense and I beat on my chest like an ape
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| And I like goin' to the booth while I’m wearing a suit and come out in a cape
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| And I’m out of your reach but I’m all in your face
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| While we be in this bitch, we invading the space
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| While you ratatouille rappers stuck in the race
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| Talking all gas pedal no brakes
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| Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
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| Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
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| Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
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| My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
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| Who got them dope lines?
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| Who selling Ajax?
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| They wanna get paid, we want some payback
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| This year’s that Trayvon and Freddy Gray rap
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| Rock 'em like Aesop, I mean like A$AP
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| These pussies name drop but never say jack, they whack
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| Get down on your lay flat
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| Careful where you try’na take that
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| Still picking up lines by the fist
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| Sixth time, you don’t play that
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| Take 'em back into an ADAT
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| Stretch 'em out just like a wave cap
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| Anybody fucking with the committee we chaining 'em up on the train tracks
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| Take 'em way back where I forged this
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| Off of forty third street and Warwick
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| Til the coordinates up at Strangeland
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| Metamorphosis of a changed man
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| No coordinates for the game plan
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| And I’m staring at 'em through the ray bans
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| Hoping everybody’s getting saved then
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| I’ma leave 'em in peace with an amen
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| Man it’s overkill when they change hands
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| Altogether, it is monumental
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| Confident we in the right position
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| I will tell you bout it but it’s confidential
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| Undeniably it is official
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| Bout to fuck 'em all and we will not be gentle
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| Who the hell is hating, we was sent to get you
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| This is motivation it is influential
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| And I’m under the influence
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| And truly y’all never know how to settle
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| Moving on beyond the outer levels
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| This celebrity coming up out the ghetto
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| Crystal black pearl interior, ebony
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| Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
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| Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
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| My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Celebrity , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп