| Uh, Smoke one for the mule they arrested her
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| But they didn’t search the Celica
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| Unpaid traffic tickets, bitch slipin'
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| Almost got popped with the audio dope shipment
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| Off the radar really but I’m still living
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| Stash it, Spin it, Candy paint it
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| Brush aluminium rimmin', sport center game givin'
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| Court Vision, I can lend it if you got enough money to rent it
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| Prize fighter, Sugar Ray Leonard
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| I knew it was my night before the sun went down my nigga
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| Not a sound, we in here
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| Haters found dismembered in a cloud of killah
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| Sticky weed, blood on the leaves, provoke me
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| I wrote these in the back of that ghostly
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| And them haters throwin' shade like Oakley’s
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| I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga
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| Spaceship sedans on airbags, Slammed at the airport when I land
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| Things you get when they say you the man
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| With a wave of a hand find yourself in quick sand
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| Now I’m on whole 'nother, pour me a double
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| Grand Marnier, write away the troubles
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| Reminiscent the days I struggled, wondered
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| If I… Ever get up from under
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| I hustled, loved it, now i’m stuntin' on those
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| Who said that I’ll never be nothin'
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| Now they see me comin', miles away from 'em
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| Shine from above 'em, enlightened 'em
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| You can say I sonned them, Stunned 'em
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| Run up and then we out gunned 'em
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| Fire power, smokin' flowers
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| Time is money, Rolex diamonds on my hours
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| Looking for another check we can devour
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| I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rhymes Like Weight , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Stoned On Ocean, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп