| I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
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| Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
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| Nigga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
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| This system try to take me under
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| My whole team pop scallions
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| No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
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| I got a problem wit the FBI
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| I’m always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
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| I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta Detroit
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| Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
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| Playa haters can’t feel me
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| I’m underground, so check the sound
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| You won’t catch me on your radio dial
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| So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
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| If you ain’t wit this shit, suck a fat dick
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| You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
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| Hold up, wait a minute
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| Your radio ain’t shit if my tape ain’t in it
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| So now I’m going all out
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| And I’mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
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| You can’t stop my flow, hell no
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| If you’se a ho, you gots to go
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| Street politician, connection wit chickens
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| The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles Dickens
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| Can’t nobody do it like me, I’m the incredible Bruce Wayne
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| Please, last of the red hot blooded MC’s
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| Nigga, nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I’m bustin a nut
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| My flow is ill like a virus
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| My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
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| Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
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| The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Comerica , by - Esham. Song from the album Bruce Wayne (Gotham City 1987), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп