| Yeah
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| Sky’s the limit?
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| Nah, I’m high enough to fly up in it
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| Fry a Dutch and drop the scientific, that’s defying physics
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| Applying sick shit, cold as Freon liquid
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| Your girl passed by the far side because she on his dick
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| A misfit, but the bitches like me because I act realer
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| Saying «I'm really into Mac Miller, but you rap iller»
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| Still I gotta struggle
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| I’d rather throw an uppercut to lift these suckers up like girls feet playing
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| double dutch
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| So fellas knuckle up
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| Ladies shake ya bubble butts like you in the strip club to hustle for a couple
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| bucks
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| What the fuck is good?
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| We rolling thick in Gotham like «Fuck critics with a dick too big to fit inside
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| him»
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| On top or rock bottom, 'Bolic always stayed the same
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| Played the game, and didn’t like the flavor when he tasted fame
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| I ain’t ashamed to say I’ll take your watch or take your chain
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| You’ll need Storm from the X-Men to come and make it rain
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| Here we go, yo
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| Here we go (Here we go)
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| Here we go, yo
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| Let 'em know (let 'em know)
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| I don’t give a warning shot
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| You should know the time lately
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| Fuck a pussy up like an over-sized baby
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| I’m retarded when it comes to being rational
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| I’m sticking something sharp into your heart and then I slash a dude
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| Blast a fool, fuck it we could all fight
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| I got the best product on the street like I’m Walt White
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| Break 'em off bad, make a compound fracture
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| Stomp down rappers, y’all softer than alpaca
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| Wild cracker from the Island where they shoot dope
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| Better pray I’m swinging for the fences like I’m Pujols
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| Don’t judge a book by its cover, you should know the rest
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| I be broke as fuck the day after they wrote the check
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| Fucking animal, living like a misfit
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| Proud like a motherfucker, I ain’t never did shit
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| So tell a rapper that I beat him in his cum catcher
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| If you came to front, I’ll stomp your lungs out your guts, bitch!
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| Verse 3, coming with that THC
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| Diabolic, murder that boom BAP
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| Boom bap, the new jacks wanna replace me
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| That’s fine, your flatline on the EKG
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| Words on the street’ll reach the asphalt
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| Last call to face off like we’re eating bathsalts
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| Brass balls in my nutsack
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| Rappers, clutch that
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| Society says to conform
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| I’m like fuck that
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| Bust gats, you dumb cats is asinine
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| Rapping about your guns while I pass the time blasting mine
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| Smash your spine, get beat bloody and snotty
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| You buttcheeks, your beats buffy the body
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| We get it in, pack bongs, that’s a medicine
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| Crack em in the mouth, black out like ConEdison
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| I’m a veteran, even though we just met
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| Coast been killing shit a long time, make these punks check |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here We Go , by - Diabolic. Song from the album Fightin Words Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп