| Leaky-leaks that’s my twin brother
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| Like fuck a whip, I got the bitch with the big bumper (skrr)
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| She got the fatty like the whip’s Hummer
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| She got the fatty, but I still let her friend suck my dick while I tit fuck her
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| I’m like a skinny, white Big Poppa
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| Bob London, I’ve been a pill popper
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| Skum with a «K», that’s for life Lee
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| Have you ever fuckin' pissed on a bitch cause you love her?
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| Yeah, I tick that box (tick tick)
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| You don’t have a clue the freaky shit I did as a younger
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| I keep my hoodie up in the middle of summer
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| I got scripts on deck, I’ve been trickin' the doctor
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| On a five drug minimum, feelin' like I’m winnin' an Oscar
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| But really I’m just trippin' with Oscar
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| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number
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| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number
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| So you better know that 616 is the number, motherfucker (sweg)
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| Shit, my neck’s feelin' cold ain’t it winter or nothin'
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| It’s that 456 in the mix
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| I’ve played ce-lo for big figures with big figures in TOPRA
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| Shouts to Miss Proper, I’m missing you proper
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| This long distance shit’s got me livin' improper
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| I’m in the mansion with the mob
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| But, we don’t listen to opera
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| I went to Arizona just to visit my little brother
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| He on his Pretty Flacko shit grippin' the chopper
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| My red Helly Hansen put the heli in copter
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| Russian blood put me on a drip and it’s vodka
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| Got sucker punched like a bitch by a boxer
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| Then rock me, pull the blade out, watched him sprint like an Olympian runner
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| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her my number
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| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her my number
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| So you better know that 616 is my number, mother--
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| Hip-hop died of boredom, this is a time of mourning
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| Rappers copy off me like I’m yawning
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| Fuck a pacifist, bitch, I’m tryna keep the beef alive like an animal rights
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| activist
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| I make it sound easy, cause it is
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| Fuck the biz, sniffing bath salts cut with whizz
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| And fuck you for what it’s worth
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| I’m the motherfuckin' man, like Papa Smurf
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| This is heartfelt, philosophical, conscious rap
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| I put Schrodinger in a box, and adopt his cat
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| Blah jar on me cap but I don’t tip it though
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| Gigolo, and just because it rhymes with bitch and hoe
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| I leave your wife howlin'
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| Let me text pH level sweg 9000, abandon ship
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| My moral compass is on some Bermuda Triangle shit
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| Lookin' at a wide angle picture of my mind as I trip
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| Through space and time, why you stayin' live?
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| My spirit animal is a high horse
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| When I interrupt ya, that’s the intervention of a divine force
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| The team’s rare like clean air
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| On Cult Mountain skiing in beach wear with bleached hair
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| Ralph on my bed and I’m sweggin'
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| Droppin' knowledge like Miss Teen USA 2007
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| Huh… I’ll give a bitch dick but won’t give her the number
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| I said I’ll give your bitch dick but won’t give her the number
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| She best believe 616 is the number, motherfucker
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| Yo, rain thunder
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| I bring the storm ???
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| I hate the summer cause of Wayne Wonder
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| Me and Satan go the same number (bring it bitch!)
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| Last night I smoked crack and became younger
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| That was one for the books
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| I’d like to read between the lines but I ain’t one for the books
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| Dressed in all white, we’re at one with the doves
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| Now everybody wants to be us (616 DVL Gang Cult Sweg Mafia)
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| I’mma keep it 3 hunna, like 300 (bang bang)
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| You dumb we dumber, that’s just the way it is
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| I put the «K» in «Swiss»
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| Catch me fuckin' Amber Rose on an eighth of whizz
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| Shit, I think I must be dreamin'
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| Keep it stum like Buster Keaton
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| DVL Gang, middle finger to the God Squad (fuck 'em!)
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| GoldenEye multiplayer I was Oddjob (me too, me three) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reduct , by - Cult Mountain. Song from the album Cult Mountain, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп