| She whinin' like a nice booshie
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| Came on a Rambo ting
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| Everything camouflaging
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| Lookin' like a bulletproof vest, nah, that's just a body warmer
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| Big man gossiping, there's nothin' worser
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| Assure it, I'm a father for them man
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| Bring something larger for them man
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| Disaster, disaster for them man
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| Them man, them man
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| Them man there
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| Make a one trip there
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| Just to make-a one ting clear
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| Then fly out to Edinburgh
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| I'm so fly I might just pump my cologne, need a zuubi to roll
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| Left eye look through your soul
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| I'm blinded by love while I'm winkin' at you
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| I'm thinkin' out loud so you know I'm always thinkin' 'bout you
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| Same time I don't think I'm too irrational
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| Fuck beefin' with babies
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| Catch a man raving
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| We're taking your paper, you're yak and your ladies
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| Fist fight, this bitch bites like it's rabies
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| Drop from your baby, catch him there
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| I'm standing here
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| Bumped into Dave by the Santander
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| You is in the same spot you was in last year
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| Who said life ain't fair?
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| I know man who live life in fear
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| This time last year
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| You on the same block standing there
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| Smoking, gossiping, chatting bare
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| Don't tell me that you ain't involved
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| Them JME cah man don't care
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| Man don't business, love no witness
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| Hug no traitor, spud no snitches
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| Man try live this, never knew he had a clitoris
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| Have a man for breakfast, take about hitlist
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| I bring the fire, you a liar and a backstabber
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| I'm with the born chasers or I'm with the cash-grabbers
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| I'm doin' mathematics, automatic, never static
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| And she don't know my real name, she thought I was Patrick
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| Sit back and smoke a baseball bat
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| You think this is the life, boy, it ain't all that
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| I done some evil things that I wouldn't take back
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| I keep it to myself 'cause people wanna chat
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| Keep it to yourself, people wanna talk
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| Flossin' in the gossip's how you end up in a war
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| I've got nothing for a fed, copper for your head
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| And that's the definition of a penny for your thoughts
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| We just live and maintain
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| We on the same streets but we don't play the same game
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| You're the type to get caught and go and play the blame game
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| You should be ashamed
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| If I stick to my heart, I'll put my stick to your brain
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| Let it rip for the pain then put shit on my name
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| 'Til I grip and I aim
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| Dip on a plane with a brand new name
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| Mummy I got a flight to catch
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| All for an internet gangster or cyber man
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| Mike Myers man, a couple triers tried to try a man
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| My boys put stars in the hood like I'm stryding man
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| I know people wearin' Roleys doin' life in can
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| Isn't that ironic that they couldn't find the time to plan
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| Still keep a faith in God, still couldn't spare the rod
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| Marcel, you know me, I came with the Blazin' Squad
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| You better pray to God whenever I'm in town
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| Like a kid in a divorce, I'm leaving with your spouse
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| I can't make a horse at the river open its mouth
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| You ain't got the drive, that's why you're in the drought
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| Life's great, I'm in Sweden or Copenhagen
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| Gettin' brain from a Dane who's first name I can't pronounce
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| She whinin' like a nice booshie
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| Came on a Rambo ting
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| Everything camouflaging
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| Lookin' like a bulletproof vest, nah, that's just a body warmer
|
| Big man gossiping, there's nothin' worser
|
| Assure it, I'm a father for them man
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| Bring something larger for them man
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| Disaster, disaster for them man
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| Them man, them man
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| Them man there
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| Make a one trip there
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| Just to make-a one ting clear
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| Then fly out to Edinburgh
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| I'm so fly I might just pump my cologne, need a zuubi to roll
|
| Left eye look through your soul
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| I'm blinded by love while I'm winkin' at you
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| I'm thinkin' out loud so you know I'm always thinkin' 'bout you
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| Same time I don't think I'm too irrational |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disaster , by - Dave. Song from the album PSYCHODRAMA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп