| Experiment, exercise, nigga get ya build up
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| Hardest ran, and nickel poppin' up, build up
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| Sinister sniper, I’m the venomous viper
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| Poetic riddler, Gotti ate off Hitler
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| Hood patrol, sharks up against tadpoles
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| Fire up the nickels and chrome
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| I don’t fuck with ya’ll bitches, see I dip, deep dishes
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| International militia’s melocious
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| Vicious, seperate and sware you’re sickening
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| I got longevity like Burn and Glickman
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| My girl bad as Kelis is, momma ring, is spread
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| The fire increases, please believe it, talent’s reachin'
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| Coast to continent, you will find none greater
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| Hannibal the 8th, they call me a traitor
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| Cuz I do what the fuck I wanna do
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| Hood nigga, metropolis, gorilla, loose from the zoo motherfucker
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| Nigga, I got beretta’s, I’m hot
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| Always hot, I’mma show you niggas how a real hood rock
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| Why, stop, givin' right by
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| Drive, nigga let me tell you
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| Emergency, get back, away, hurry, it’s quick to get scary
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| Too quick to get hit with a flurry, from you, and that’s on my mama
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| I’mma lay it down, until they fill it, intimidate Earl and P
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| I’mma take this shit back like Cornbread, Earl and Me
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| Ain’t a bit of girl in me, see, be gitty when you get named
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| And ain’t gon' come back hurt and shamed, or you’ll know the’ll get tamed
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| I don’t play when it comes to this rappin', man, my alias is spit
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| Crossin' out and hittin' up, all over your shit
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| Which bitch wanna get hit with a tech or something
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| Actin' like ya’ll wreckin' something
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| On the streets, you ain’t get no respect for nothing
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| Talkin' loud ain’t doin nothing
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| You want me to involve you with something?
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| Get back to it, nigga, what you doing, something
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| He fuck with me, and get clapped, you ain’t nothing
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| Pullin' most, or I’m stay hustlin'
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| Please don’t get up in my way cousin, all my motherfuckers buzzin'
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| Bitch ass niggas never play the dozen
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| Nigga, don’t bang it, white, cuzzin'
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| To my thugs and g’s, movin' all drugs and keys
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| Movin' lovely, now the women wanna fuck with me
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| Lovin' me, cuz they see livin' in the bubble v
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| Livin' comfortably, young g’s wanna puff with me
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| Gun at the D’s, and they come for me
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| Can’t get the fiends, what to me, nigga, don’t fuck with me
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| My niggas suited to mask up, act up, and we shootin' your ass up
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| Motherfucker, we, straight ass g’s, takin' your keys and we
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| Movin' up faster, the bigger wanna take my enemies
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| They was fuckin' me, these motherfuckers ain’t touchin' me
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| The coke man can’t get enough of me
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| These to all the niggas all trustin' me
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| This the way it gon' go down, we in rider, and we slow now
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| We the one that the women wanna know now
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| G’s up, hoes down, is you ready for the show down
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| Fuck with us, so don’t fuck with us, we thug niggas and hustlers
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| Who guzzled up, seperate love from lust, now niggas ain’t touchin' us
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| Streets corrupted us, ya’ll niggas want fly car with the five star
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| SUV’s or the side bars, nigga like me, live or die hard
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| Rather lied God, than stand scared, never could understand a man’s fear
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| Cormega come through and stand clear, you busted, been touchin', nigga
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| The game all fucked up.
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| I ain’t never really sayin' shit, but a bitch ass nigga
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| Gettin' bombed on, got 'em sayin' («oh no no»)
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| I got the ladies in the motherfuckin' spot
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| Sneakin' in a niggas Glock, got a nigga sayin («oh no no») |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deep Blue Sea, artist - Cormega. Album song Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп