| Catch me wilin' wit my woadies, carryin' fillet, fully loaded
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| I push that power trip up to the limit, still I’m focused
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| Villain with the motive if you feel heroic
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| See, I ain’t gotta be convinced and I was in before I wrote it, bitch
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| Winning board, back to the business, boy, what you winnin' for?
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| Don’t feel the aura, pure to your gimmicks, boy, with the image for
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| Forgive me, lord, living my life, that means I’m sinning more
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| A scary nigga, doubting my mind, I never been before
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| I’m tour swag, had the vision packed from the jump
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| I left them actors dust, only way I look back and discuss
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| Fuck the bashful act, going back to black and turning madness up
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| I’ve had it up to h-, I’m back to crash and through your traffic rush
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| Screaming «move, bitch, get out the way!»
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| I’m 'bout to cause a scene when I bring the truth out to play
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| Getting highly medicated out the way
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| Bitch, we win the game tryna draw you out to play, big me
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| Never liar, human-made attire
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| In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided
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| Never liar, human-made attire
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| In that visage, you won’t got a best use by a day decided
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| Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga
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| Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga
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| I’ll be damned if I’ma die and be a broke nigga
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| Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga
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| Dawg, you see no frogs, just the men that be in charge
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| We at large, fleeing from the cars that belong to the badged and armed
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| Killed a couple artists and put 'em all in a morgue
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| Killed a lot of sergeants and now they call him the God of War
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| If it ain’t Cozz, ignore it, what the fuck you nodding for?
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| All that shit is bullshit, this shit like a matador
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| All my shit be knocking so often you got a harder door
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| The type of shit you try to put cough drops in a coffin for, 'cause you know
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| I’m sick and it kills you
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| You thought a sword would stop the lord from giving me all my blessings and my
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| rewards
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| This why I’m often bored, y’all getting so predictable
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| I’m ha-ha-ing more, I know I’m bragging but to mop the floor with ya is not a
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| chore, nigga
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| Lyrical toys with us, but not mature children
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| Childish with the weapon, I’m excited when it’s yelling
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| My saga brings diamonds and real G’s to the environment
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| Ripping pieces off the leaf, I’m 'bout to smoke, nigga
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| Ain’t shit funny, but a joke, nigga
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| Chasing hundred dolla bills until I croak, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Power Trip , by - Domo Genesis. Song from the album Facade Records - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп