| They pinning stripes on the Lieutenant
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| My woman fulfilling the manuals written
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| Your crew get diminished
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| The motherfucking food chain, you in it
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| Appearance of a spirit, tend to the business
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| Tinted windows, hoes froze in a cement pose
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| of the Jag, the color of a dead rose
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| Tony Stark the way the chest glow
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| Blow a gauge Rudolph the red nose
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| Skybox at the Jets home
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| Rest assured, lock it down like some prison doors
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| Import the whore from Singapore, marble my kitchen floor
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| I like my brain on the prescription drawer
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| The prey stray when the lion roar
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| Remove the sword from the sheathe
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| The war the only thing that brought the peace
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| We taught to never talk to the police
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| Another wolf hunting the sheep
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| Rolling up that pack by the heat
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| Turning rappers to the walking deceased, nigga
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| If you ain’t know
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| Headshots
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| Just a shit talking, blunt sparking
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| Pill popping, pint drinking
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| Ain’t no telling what my mind thinking
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| Type of nigga, I guess it figgaz
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| You got the frame without the picture
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| I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz
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| Since they cut the cord I been that nigga
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| I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz, you see
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| That Ralph Lauren be the stiching
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| I guess it figgaz, I guess it figgaz
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| Bitch is never rolling swishers
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| I guess it figgaz, I’m getting figures
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| Fucking on y’all bitches
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| Getting figures, guess it figgaz
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| Getting figures, guess it figgaz
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| Getting figures
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| It’s global, nigga
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| With both of my eyelids closed I’m seeing through you niggas
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| Painting pictures that were shown before
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| The way I’m rapping got 'em hoping I ain’t on they tour
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| The Doors bumping through Accord speakers
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| Getting paid from corner store speeches
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| Jesus got leeches removing toxins from the overdose
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| It ain’t the first one or the last either
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| I craft ether and attract divas
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| Snuff suckers and deny preachers
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| I’m most hated like your math teacher
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| Distribute the kill cause rap don’t pay the bills yet
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| I lead the team like Belichick, it’s all dubs
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| And don’t ever think because you saw respect it’s all love
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| I don’t fuck with you, Heisenberg, you niggas more than Huxtables
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| Puffing something new that my grower just grew
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| Another wolf leading the sheep to the slaughter
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| Another nigga sliding dick in ya daughter
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| Another rapper from right over that water
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| Live nigga, throw my face on the hunnit
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| Write philosophies at home getting blunted
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| Drug experiments have turned into habits
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| All my days have fucking turned into madness
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| They say I’m snapping cause I’m reaching the masses
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| With whatever when it comes to that cabbage, nigga
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| Charlie Manson skill set
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| Jack and Jill ain’t never left the hill that’s why they still bent
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| Drugs where the steel kept
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| They fear the real so I ain’t got no fucking deal yet |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Figgaz / Hopscotch, artist - Da$h. Album song SkrewFace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп