| Uh-huh
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread
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| Send me the invoice
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread
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| Send me the invoice
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread
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| Send me the invoice
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread
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| Send me the invoice
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread
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| Send me the invoice
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| Send me the invoice for all that shit (Uh-huh)
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| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
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| Then we can enjoy all that bread (My nigga)
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| Send me the invoice (Okay)
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| Too much bread, bread, not enough bread
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| Too much 77, not enough 7
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| Too much Evanescence wake you up inside with a Wesson
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| Too much dereliction, nosedives for the reppin'
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| Shoot a Mac .11, take a vote ridin' on the jet
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| And do a chapter 7, chapter 11
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| Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
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| Suppose that, allegedly, I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
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| Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin'
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| Said I know, hand, leg, hangin' in the window
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| Arrested Development Mr. Window
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| Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
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| Kicko, blicko, sicko
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| Or catch me at no awards ceremony, perish the hegemony, horse feathers homie
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| Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
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| Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
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| Never phony, relish the testimony
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| And I began to riot
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
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| Bend we don’t break, swing we don’t miss
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| We just might might be okay, the same voltage
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| Hold the charge like the phone lit
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| No regards for the bullshit
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| Who all in? |
| who got the cards flipped?
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| Who on shit, who get the target split
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| Who on your marksman’s bad side
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| Going in landmines, don’t count steps
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| The old chest said it’s about time
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| Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
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| We know death, alright let’s go left
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| Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
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| Niggas remember them camp fires
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| I dip when they capsize
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| And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead
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| You really dead, but we still ahead
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| Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
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| Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
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| Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill
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| Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
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| The quality thorough, ill
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| It’s all I could spill
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| There’s more I could do
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4N , by - Earl Sweatshirt. Song from the album FEET OF CLAY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп