| Stidler hid the rid of the riddler
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| Getting rid of the filth til they killed your ricochet, renegade rhyme splinter
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| Dan Blinter — he suffer from cold feet, it’s no sleep
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| I got handled like mo chicks, I hold heats
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| Beat graceful, Pete Sakes, my radiance
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| Like staring at the burner bush, max being the ravious plaques
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| Meaning they praising, I’m atheist
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| Got bargained, all shinin kamikaze corner store labelges
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| Talk native go song haters or song sacred
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| If the wogs may just got some more baggers, you know the baseler, spill the shit
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| Then bully your hood, the mack cuta’s plan to raise you passes back to back
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| Would, I’m that good
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| In Tristate holster outbreak, I go primate
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| My beaters go savage til I make his third eye ache again
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| The killer’s bin, spit fire back, spit flim, spit shining gems but I ain’t
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| buying that
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| You wanna leak don’t you? |
| Download it free, won’t ya?
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| Before you know it, pop pop, that’s when the blood sold ya
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| Out of body, probably my Gattis will leave you lying snotty
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| Don’t try to hobby with a jolly like it’s laddi daddi
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| You outer space, Lord, holy shit, look at Shorty
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| You just a poser on a skateboard tryna alli
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| On my Muhammad Ali, got bought Iluminati
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| Do the knowledge debut, the sky is down and you go sloppier
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| Soon as the molly up
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| On the other side of the planet
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| Where broads ain’t really trippin what kind of car we in
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| Pimp pimp hurray, blazin a 8th of hip a day
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| The wealth of this rhyming, diamonds out of Tiffany’s
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| Health is the science, exercise lips and weight
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| Might take a little discipline to get you straight
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| I’m good money every time man, official cake
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| Tools for the haters in case I gotta fix a face
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| Tools on the table, pick a face straight from leviathan
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| My parents moddy of a nigga playin
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| Man tryna slap MacDonald, mack rap photo mack
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| Zodiac crack Ronald Reagan racks, blowin stack
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| Give or take a decimal, dangerous decibals
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| Talk delectable, I’m cheffin up something exceptional
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| Taste the pleth of her styles, I pitch corner block projects split
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| Straight chipped off of pyramid bricks
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| It’s all hieroglyph, Titanic oracle porch
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| That’s boatlandish, word to my nautical sport — they can’t stand it
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| Fly fast in easter beastin for a feature
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| Snortin reefer, now I’m bout to beat ya out yo sneakers
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| Air blow back fusion, fire no wings
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| Mixed with the bow jacks, straps attached, no strings
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| Photographic ratchets, smash your cabbage maggot
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| From the looks of your head of lettuce we have a salad
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| Tender greens fiend, 3 ring regime team
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| Leave you steam cleaned, promoters better bring crème |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tender Greens, artist - Durag Dynasty. Album song 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп