| Stash the ends, crash the black Benz for a distraction
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| Extract the package, killing a gator in a lake that’s Placid
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| Skin it for jackets, made to bait an actress
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| I’m everything you lacking, my reputation massive
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| Avoid the capture and escape arrest, got cave drawings on my flesh
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| Had a dinner date with death, so I
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| Light up the cess and then transform into a fighter jet
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| Decepticon, I’m selling strippers out in Lebanon
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| Stare at the moon and then I said a song
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| The wind was calm, the trees was palm, reefer strong
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| Speak in psalms, I move the beef brisket with the tongs
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| Never chopsticks, goth bitch blowing cock in a Drop 6
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| You ask a nigga how I got this, I never answer the question
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| A science blessed him in applied selection
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| With a young king, butler named Ludwig
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| Your mother bedroom is where I puff cigs, you fucking know
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| You know how my story go, your mouth’s a glory hole
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| The man who made my outfit’s name is Gregorio
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| Damn, I want some Oreo’s, riding through Astoria
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| I can tell you’re tushy from directly through your cornea
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| You’ll get wiped, suck the knife like a dick head
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| Blood all over my old baseball cards by my kid’s bed
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| Double park, make a sale inside the Modell’s
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| «Bronson, I only got twelve» baby, oh well
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| Shit, I had the jacket with the thing
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| I order two wings, Jamaican colored Ewings
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| The can of coke got us into Six Flags
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| Shit, I always knew that I’d be rich, Dad
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| Fuck 'em, never need 'em, never trust 'em
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| From first glance I’m looking Russian
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| Second glance I’m looking dusted
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| From third glance I’m quite disgusting, call me Justin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scandinavian Detours , by - Da$h. Song from the album V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп