| I’m from the land of the animal hide no sedated
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| For a while old tadman food propaganda
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| Taylor shoe gator boot tropicana syrac natty pants
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| Hand packing in the hand rocking go bling bling
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| Graffiti can bombings bam brada bam boom
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| Back rhyming like my hype man
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| Building plants or something
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| Tripping and my pin got a cocaine addiction
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| And if you catch it with them dripping
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| Your bucket list is finished you dig it
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| The butter grinch with the brain on the drugs
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| Hey niggers with the same old drugs
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| Can’t do nothing with it so you
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| Dissing and hoping your name blows up
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| So they quit talking about you like J-Lo butt
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| Bitch the style with the fang so what
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| Nigga say something dumb
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| And i’m bound to kick them shut now
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| Yow chill G you ain’t taking shit from me
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| Cause it’s all that you can every get from me
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| Yea yeah, I’m fucking with your plans
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| Rubber bands, fuck a uncle sam
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| Bird man baby, rub your hands brother man
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| I understand, some won’t understand
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| Fuck them in advanced
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| Mission of stars fuck all the haters
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| Everywhere leads to somewhere else
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| Every change is the end and beginning of self
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| You know yesterday you know now
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| Never knew but you learned how
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| Everywhere leads to somewhere else
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| Every chance is the ending and the beginning in itself
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| You know yesterday you know now
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| You never knew better learn how
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| Got problems taking what i can’t get
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| I can’t ever give what i don’t got
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| Never got a drug shot always
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| Got a dope line when it’s show time
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| Take your time when it’s your time
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| I might be God damned thin line between feeling and sound ‘
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| Dumb taste of her lips that how i shook the ground
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| Though less though letter by letter
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| Of lost G’s lost i lost you lost seas
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| What’s the use of a plan if you planning too late
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| If you planning a failure you gonna wait
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| What and i never take my own advice
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| So don’t do drugs and don’t think twice
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| I burn trails of rug bason struck the lions in my mind
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| And they so good i start building again
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| Flow got a coke addict
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| Season pass to the petter zoo for white horses
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| And white rabbits my nigga
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| You there feeling peer pressure in your hands
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| Its overwhelming someone understanding
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| Some you dumb to think he fucked her in the van
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| Does birdman baby rub your hands brother man
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| I’m fucking with your plans as long as you were fucking us in plains
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| Brother man i ain’t fucker of the same
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| Birdman baby rub your hands birdman baby rub your hands
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| I’m fucking with your plans in God we trust i ain’t fucking with you man
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| Rubber band fucker of the sand birdman baby hold your hand brother man
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| Your hands on the man yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Plan , by - Denmark VesseySong from the album Innocent Country, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп