| Predator shit, PREDATOR!
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| («You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be?
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| You need people like me.»)
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| Let me get it
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| They let a Cali boy in Slaughterhouse, it’s a wrap
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| 38 spec shit, rounds in the strap
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| Tryna get off the last ounce in the track
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| My OG’s in the 'Lac, bouncin' to Zapp
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| That’s our lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
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| Pickin' em up not givin' a fuck about a gun charge
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| Zippin' em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
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| Welcome to our house, dead rappers in the front yard
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| I ain’t Steve Nash, nobody get a pass
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| I found the nigga that made a top 50 hot MC list
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| And my Glock committed sodomy and shot him in the ass
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| Standin' over his body I probably shoulda asked
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| Why the greatest rappers gotta be somebody from the past
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| Compared to Slaughterhouse, a lot of niggas trash
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| Followin' a fad, what would I do if they follow the Slaughter
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| They prolly swallow this hollow and a mag
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| Tongue full of dung, it’s shit talkin'
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| Niggas want me dead, fuck it I’m still walkin'
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| Enemies in the club, fuck it I’m still parkin' the coupe
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| First put the roof on a milk carton
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| Walked in, they hand me the mic
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| Told baby girl it gotta be tonight
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| My bed or your bed?
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| Yeah I’m thinking with both heads
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| You know, great minds think alike
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| What you got under that skirt? |
| (let me get it)
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| Vodka, Henny and that purp (let me get it)
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| Cribs, cars and net worth (let me get it)
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| Slaughterhouse gang, Tech N9ne go and get it
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| Lot of molly, an out of body experience
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| I’m feeling kind of Gotti and all ya’ll into weird events
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| A party prolly jolly counsel me when I’m inherent
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| With the shotty ridin' when I party it’s Abu Dhabi
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| Who can I pick it up, wick it up I’m a rip it up
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| And I’m gonna get up in my zone now
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| Fuckin' the women I’m up and I’m winnin' I’m now
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| Pussy poundin' I’m pushin' polygamy procedures
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| Packin' and poppin' pretty penis pockets I please her
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| These I ease, Techa Neez got the bees of an evil deed
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| But I’mma G, never see us
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| With a telescope nigga cause it’s hella dope
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| I got so many worshipers with me, I could sell a «es
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| I yell the most, I tell the goat
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| I’m gonna take it even if they hate it and fill the boat
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| Fellas, you tell us to gel it, we’re gonna quell his hope
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| Embellish a
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| When I rhyme I’m conniving cause I bring
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| Live wickedness brightening your high beams
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| Frightening life like some lye in your Visine
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| Psyche swiped clean, high as the hygiene
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| Let me get it
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| Pussy, weed, a licker yo, let me get it
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| I don’t kick it if you be messy with it
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| Tecca Nina keep KCMO on the fitted
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| Any Slaughterhouse gang affiliation I’m fuckin' with it
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| Nobody seconding what I be spitting, we misfits
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| Gonorrhea mixed with diarrhea, that sick shit
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| You fuckers wack, need them Puffy plaques, them big hits
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| Them R. Kelly, I’m so rich I piss on a bitch hits
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| And bitches get the business
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| In a convertible eatin' big dick
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| While I’m parked like a picnic
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| Wrapping they big lips around my stick shift rockin' French tips
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| Suckin' me hollow after they swallow my kids
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| I’m askin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Get It , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Apex Predator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп