| My whole life, I’ve been cursed like voodoo
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| I’m too rare like Mewtwo, air like Bluetooth
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| Give me a minute 'cause I’m the man like Boohoo
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| Spitting the rhythm, the two U’s like FUBU
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| Yeah, I do it for my blood, suwoop
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| Puffin' the good, puffin' the good
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| Pass this weed, now N to the E to the R-V-E, go
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| Used to busk, never getting any pay
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| Now we doing front flips on the festival stage
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| Honeys in the Off-White kicks lookin' bomb in the backseat choppin' up a sesh
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| for the J
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| This a boss fight, we the best in the game
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| No chit-chat, homie, better check what you say
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| She gettin' pissed off, sayin' that I got a big head like that’s in a negative
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| way?
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| Anyway, I’m tryna work less for the pay
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| Gotta make the money move like a tenner in a day
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| Still stay humble, split up the cheese
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| Now my crew kicking back with the feta on the plate
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| Veteran, you can bet I’m better than your mates
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| Got 'em pissed off, now they looking redder in the face
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| I’m the boss like Rick Ross, lit when the kick-ons kicked off
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| Now we getting air up on the J’s
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| Puffin' the good
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| Puffin' the good, puffin' the good
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| All of my brothers, they come to the hood
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| Puffin' the good
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| Puffin' the good, puffin' the good
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| Said if you wanna get me, then please come do me
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| In the ER like Clooney, I got a G card like Boosie
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| I let weed spark, but at least three bars cause I’m bougie
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| I don’t move E, but life is a movie
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| Roll up a doobie, the big G all up in the front like Gucci
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| Puffin' the good, puffin' the good, puffin' the
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| Fuck off
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| Please sue me, do or die for the tour life, that’s Uzi
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| Who am I? |
| Sicker on the mic, get woozy
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| Suicide, triple up a line, that’s doozy
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| Brother bugged out to the tunes like Looney
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| Brother better duck, you a mouse, so goofy
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| Kick goals when I’m going out like Rooney
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| Have a roofie
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| Black out to the bars, facts, okay
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| Brother, I’m the truth, the juice like OJ
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| Loose when they come to the booth, yeah, José
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| First round, gettin' knocked out ever since Road Rage
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| Mate, Aus' to UK
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| Fuck one, I’m gone for two days
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| Rap flow when I kick, push, kick, push to Fiasco, gold star like Lupe
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| Fire on the track, need water, boy, Bobby Boucher (Gatorade)
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| (Oi, cut the beat out one time, wait, wait, wait)
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| It’s fifty-five G’s on a G-watch
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| Roll up G’s with my G in a G spot
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| Four G’s of the OG, that’s G Chron'
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| I be on the block with the G’s on recon, ah
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| G shit, I was on G shit
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| Ever since G-Shock, go have a G shot
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| Got so much G’s in the bank, be frank
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| All my G’s took a week off
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| (Ayy, how long’s left on the beat?)
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| (I got eight more bars, yeah?)
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| (I'll go harder, wait)
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| Bend like Beckham on a tester
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| Football, brother, I’m the man like Chester
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| Rock ya when I’m midfield like Pogba
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| Big wheel when I’m on the road like Vespa
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| Charge up 'cause I got the drive like Tesla
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| GTA with the guys like Lester
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| Smackdown when I’m on the mic, that’s wrestler
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| B-rock when I’m in the cage like Lesnar
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| Fuck off
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| Bars on bars on bars
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| NO.ONE Network, 420 fam
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| N to the E to the R-V-E, chill, chill
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| 2020, let’s go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Arabian Nights , by - Chillinit. Song from the album The Octagon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп