| Rainy nights, streetlights
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| Ideal situation for this presentation
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| PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
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| Disassemble your empire in an hour
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| Dissolve that shit if it don’t involve my clique
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| We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
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| You’re not built, you not equipped
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| Fucker you might get kicked
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| You don’t really stand that tall homie you on stilts
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| And when the real get revealed, oh man
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| That mask get pealed off, damn
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| You got a real issue on your hands
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| You got soldiers awaiting command
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| Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
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| That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
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| And I ain’t tryna see that shit
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| I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
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| Homie and you know this
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| Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
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| Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
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| Late nights in my testarossa
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| Hope the po-po's, don’t roll up on us
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| I don’t know if they gone try and smoke us
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| In the club where gold diggers approach us
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| Thinking they gone try and come up on us
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| This shit ain’t no different from your corners
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| Skyhigh, paper to the ceiling
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| Lord what is this feeling like a coke rush
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| And I’m drugging not dealing getting high of the thousand dollar band peeling
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| Hit a corner in my Impala
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| Three wheeling, parked it just to start a Ferrari
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| Heard some hoes is brokenhearted
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| But baby I’m sorry
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| I’m all about this money darling
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| Stuntin', ballin', all through New Orleans
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| You know that bitch wanna be where them stars is
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| Hundred thousand dollar cars is
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| Bars is laced with that raw, get a taste, you astonished
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| Hooked on it, totally lost in them murky waters where them sharks swim
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| Clown get drown while we forever on some don shit looking down
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| I’m on a yacht, Binoculars out
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| Islands I spot, we finna plot on it
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| Yeah, Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
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| Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
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| Late nights in my testarossa
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| Hope the po-po's, don’t roll up on us
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| I don’t know if they gone try and smoke us
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| In the club where gold diggers approach us
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| Thinking they gone try and come up on us
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| This shit ain’t no different from your corners |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ferrari Saga, artist - Curren$y. Album song The Legend of Harvard Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп