| Fucking mammoth, the crew is steady jamming
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| Repping agnostic buddhist, chucking? |
| claiming Janice
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| Prancing all over beats just like your boy was still a dancer
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| Sipping poison is the answer, gorgeous oysters in the sea
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| We get em faded like we faded then they open for the team
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| Comme always whip the caddie, never chauffeur to the beach
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| Or for a beach, my niggas get it like we hoarders of the cheese
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| And the rats are in the pack, these in the coys that’s in the streams
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| We them bonzai cats kill 'em on sight
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| Team full of bronze eyes trapped in a small light
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| Looking like a Prong-sized frat cause we all fly
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| Get it how you live it but you living like some small fry
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| Different color bitches and they wish I fuck em all night
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| Knowing I ain’t with it, I just hit it then I call Mike
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| I’m a black magician, ask ?, it’s a small prize
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| From the? |
| figment, im’ma bridge it, it’s as vivid as the archives
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| Way the flow is switching, leave em cross-eyed
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| I’m back to back with all my issues, either cackling or in dispute
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| Where the action? |
| Shooting missles at my past, hope it blows up
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| Making beats, always know it’s gas when we rolling
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| Chief and pass that’s the notion, hitting ass near the ocean like
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| Niggas ain’t know we mega class and we Kosher
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| Write, blast, it get doper, rip wax with the vultures
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| Chilling like some villains and we practice the culture
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| And no jewelry, that’s no exaggeration
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| See I barely be sporting the ring I copped from graduation
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| But that’s just me being prophetic again
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| With the mind too philosophical, scoff and lecture at women
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| Apostle of the riddles, he’s a living sarcophagus
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| Veteran of the opposite, within leather, swing hockey sticks
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| Sketching a better picture of yester and probably frolic with
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| Hannah Montana cause she’s as hot as a leaky sauna vent
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| It’s a mystery, gold chain, watch, live in misery
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| Zombies of the night, 10 K, that was history
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| Leaves these critics slippery, this chivalry a victory
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| Writing fighting history, my enemies, they into me
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| Cause he hotter than the sun
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| Guess my heart was born cold, so it’s nothing that out done
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| If this kid’ll get killed, bitch who living by the gun?
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| She just rather buy pills and maybe have a little fun
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| Dark, corrupted little mind
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| Catch me in my prime, like I’m Kobe throwing rolling dimes
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| Hit up? |
| on the keys
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| Spitting rhyme, committing crime
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| She ain’t thinking wine and dine, cause all the time we 69
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| But it’s fine
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| I guess you talking my language
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| Nu Age Syndicate, worldwide we dangerous
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| ? |
| got that heat
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| The sprayer really got no patience
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| Leave you nameless
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| Not a word, talking stalking like we famous
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| But I’m with it if you with it
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| Whipping, flipping in the kitchen, from Colombia so I get it
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| Man this life is so addicting
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| Choosing shooting with no pity
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| Always gotta rep the city even though it’s fucking filthy
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| Raised in the bay
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| Not really time to play
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| We just blow a pound of haze and write some scriptures for the way
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| She be drinking with no chaser, and I’m just trying to change my ways
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| My mind tripping, I’m slipping, it’s like I’m living in debate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mammoth , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп