| How the trip never stops
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| On and on, it’s beyond insane
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| Why I set myself up
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| In a raging sea of flames?
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
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| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
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| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a-
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| Never not on it, leanin' so hard you’re ashamed
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| You can’t dismiss this sick transmission, huffs your brain
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| Exhale your will and forget I ever knew you
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| Fuck do you do?
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| Fuck a man with hips for hulu
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| Rack a snitch, chalk and cue you
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| Corner pocket consume you
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| Too many hoes in my
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| Too many hoes in my motherfuckin' meal
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| Asking if I know how a motherfucker feels
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| How a motherfucker feels
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| Slit them choke, flip them boat
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| Dead bitch float, swollen corpse
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| No remorse, navigated off course
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| Of course I can make you scream but if you ask for more
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| Bullshit, matador, grab the floor, whip it cracked to all fours
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| You whimper while I check my phone
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| Who’s next? |
| Assassin roam
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| Music drifts, I have no home
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| Choose this life you’re on your own
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
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| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
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| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a-
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| Swallowed way too much
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| Couldn’t handle it, I fell
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| Down a spiral stair case winding to hell
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| Fuck it, now I can’t quit, will never be the same
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| I got that attitude, you got no thang
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| I’m fit to hurt you; |
| gives a fuck about the way I move weight?
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| Dark matter, flu state of consciousness
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| Blew straight through you won’t do shit
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| But beg me to do this
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| Again and again and again and again (No love, no love)
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| Strangler clutch, sine wave deconstruct
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| My way or no way, bangin' hey makin' lust
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| Lucid nut shake shake it up
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| Booyakah
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| You’re a bitch made to be crushed
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| Came like, what
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| Now you crave my, touch
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| Flat busted on front street cake cuppin'
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| Say you wasn’t lion mane
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| I done been done with tame
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| Head hunter, fuck the fame
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| Switch lanin' ripper slangin'
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| Hit me nuclear wind at my back
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| Smokin' goldfish at the photo mat
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| Load my clap clap can’t trust 'em never did
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| What it is?
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
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| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
|
| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
|
| Madness, chaos in the brain
|
| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
|
| You got no business questioning a thang
|
| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
|
| Madness, chaos in the brain
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| Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
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| You got no business questioning a thang
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| You’re fit to learn the proper meaning of a- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Love , by - Death Grips. Song from the album No Love Deep Web, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп