| Nigga get a life, 10 Deep crewneck
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| Blunt to the face, nigga, never ask «Who next?»
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| Homie I ain’t Two-Tecs, that’s B.I.G, homie, ay
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| Where the fuck was his gangsta ass out in LA
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| Ay-bay-bay, this is not a diss
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| But your bitch looks like Hurricane Chris
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| And nigga it’s fact, that what you rap fiction
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| I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
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| Your bitches do my braids, say dog I be hitting
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| Never knew my dick be where you be kissing
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| When I shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in
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| Or I roll deep like roaches in my kitchen
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| Dog, I ain’t tripping, but they never gone
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| They don’t even run when I cut the lights on
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| Holmes, what’s the biz? |
| Nigga, watch your kids
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| Your bitch say my dick bigger than John Holmes' is
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| Limes in Corona, 2-for-18
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| Might pop Adderall, I don’t fuck with no lean
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| Sitting at a mall, nigga fuck them all
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| Walk in thrift stores, now watch daddy ball
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| Vintage ass fleeces, skinny no creases
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| Me and these is like ETs and Reese’s Pieces
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| Laying on beaches, hoes' toes pedicure
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| Bitch give me head cause she liked my metaphors
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| 'bout getting head, isn’t that ironic, like Alanis Morisette?
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| Check!
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| Tight like corsets 'round the waists of S&M bitches
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| Bitch ass fat like Deelishis' is
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| Hoes say I’m inconsiderate
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| Cause I make 'em treat my dick like licorice
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| But they can’t get a pack of Twizzlers on me
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| Light-skinned bitch that I call darky
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| Always in beef like Eek the Cat and Sharky
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| So I ate the cat and now she heart me
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| Roll another spliff, pop another pill
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| Live every day like a nigga going away
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| When getting locked, fucking with the pot
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| Gotta nigga two hots and a top cot
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| Some niggas like to plot, I move on instinct
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| Nigga, I can lock down a year in a precinct
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| And these bars will still be hotter than your new shit
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| Why you try to keep it warm like somebody else piss?
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| In that drop on the way to the P. O
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| You talk shit, turn his bitch to El Nino
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| Rap jalapeno, flow Neo Geo
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| Crunk like Lil' Jon, «Bia Bia» live in Rio
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| Nigga do a peep show, fucking quarter freak ho
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| Hit you with the cinco, now you niggas el finito
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| Sipping on Cleco, rap like a cheat code
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| To the game of life and I’d passed twice
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| Now tell me mothafucka that I ain’t nice
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| Roll another dime sack, nigga just rewind that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Stripes, artist - Danny Brown. Album song The Hybrid - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп