| Look
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| Police wanna eyeball the villain
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| I came from the bottom I’m plotting my next killing
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| This is premeditated I plan on making a killing
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| Your arms are too short, you can’t fight the feeling
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| Give 'em straight head shots, to kill 'em
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| Rappers get terminated while cameras doing the filming
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| Now it’s, shots firing, a straight tyrant
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| Big Shot is the «iller» since the «K» silent
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| Look
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| Feet on your back, kickback like a Desert Ea’s
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| Rhymes is tight, never is the dungarees
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| Stomp MC’s, spikes on the bottom
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| It won’t stop stomping until they body start rotting
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| Look
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| I’m here to make millions swimming
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| In a pool of sharks and I got more balls than the billiard
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| Dress up like a yellow, disrespect me and I steal ya
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| Guerrilla with salmonella, I’m all about the skrilla
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| It’s hard to stay calm when you drop napalm
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| Black like Akon, in the sun baking
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| It’s the Return Of The Living Dead, straight violence
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| You just a peasant and Khizman is your highness
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| Trophy winner, Virginia is where you find us
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| Looking for gold ever since I was a minor/miner
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| So def/deaf translators throwing me signs up
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| Whenever beats get murdered, I’m in the line up
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| My pen leave permanent burn marks
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| Die for the love of the track like Earnhardt
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| I’m dope
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| The neighbors call the D’s when I rap
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| So fresh it smell like Febrese when I rap
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| X mark the spot, DMP’s on the map
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| With gorilla niggas hanging from the trees in a sack
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| We be the night, night riders, riders
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| Riding in all black with a strap under the lap
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| Police in the back, tired niggas don’t crack
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| If you wit' it nigga show me where you at
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| Cause we night, night riders
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| I sit down, put the pen to the pad and get busy
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| Money make the world go round and I’m trying to get dizzy
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| Look
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| If it’s all in the game, homie just play ball
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| My niggas is full throttle soon as the play call
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| Ery’body some killers claiming they bang tho'
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| But they ain’t in the streets so I’m looking on Fandango
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| Them niggas actors
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| The one that talk the most shit get killed first, consider 'em non factors
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| It’s I sire the live wire, the Dylan, that spit hot fire
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| Hard lot rottweiler
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| (You smart ass niggas)
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| You’se a part time dummy
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| (You a full time hustler)
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| With some part time money nigga
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| I get money stay out of the orbit of them losers
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| Your whole team suck, a bunch of fucking Hoovers
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| I’m an over doer, did it all before ya
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| I need an A&E special cause for paper I’m a Hoarder
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| Yeah
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| Boogie, Boogie I gets busy
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| And I done everything in V.A. |
| but fuck Missy
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| I said I did everything in V.A. |
| come fuck with me
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| Everybody get a cut, I’m giving out buck fifties
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| What?
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| I’m chasing doe with my play clothes
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| You got your cape on trying to save hoes
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| I keep a shooter in my payroll
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| You ain’t never had work, you’re like a pay phone
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| You’re nowhere nigga, you stay home
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| It’s like I took a blue boy cause yeah we stay on
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| I said we stay on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night Riders , by - Dmp. Song from the album Nottz Presents - God Made Durt!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп