| Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black?
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| I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat
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| I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat
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| In too deep and I can’t come back
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| Made her throw up when she look at the tag
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| All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag
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| Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime)
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| Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag
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| It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime)
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| I’m in the club but I’m way in the back
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| While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime)
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| All the chains that chill on my neck
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| I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime)
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| Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax
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| All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks
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| Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex
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| All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that
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| Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad
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| Countin' big-ass hundreds and fifties, big-ass titties, litty bitty
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| Raf Simmons, feel like Nicki, pretty penny, pull up Remy
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| Crash so fast you hear the engi', oh my God, might pop a wheelie
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| All this ice, my neck so chilly, all my hoes, they love me dearly
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| I smoke the gas just to give me a break (Break)
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| Take me away, lil' bitch get out my face (Face)
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| If he talk down, we gon' come where he stay (Fuh-fuh-fuh)
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| Thirty round drum hit that boy in the face (Yeah)
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| I need my chips, no Chips Ahoy!
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| She ride the dick like all aboard
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| I used to ride in a Honda Accord
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| Now I’m a type and I’m hard to afford
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| Went and bought moms a Porsche
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| Ridin' the push-to-lift-the-door
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| It’s hard to get out the fucking coupe
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| It’s too close to the floor
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| Pull up in a coupe, why your tints so black?
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| I’ma hit your bitch like a baseball bat
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| I’ma hit the plug like a baseball bat
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| In too deep and I can’t come back
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| Made her throw up when she look at the tag
|
| All blue hundreds in the Burberry bag
|
| Chasin' the cheese like a muhfuckin' rat (Slime)
|
| Pardon my steez, but you stealin' my swag
|
| It’s in my jean, it go «ratatatat» (Slime)
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| I’m in the club but I’m way in the back
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| While you spendin' your money and throwin' the racks (Slime)
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| All the chains that chill on my neck
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| I think I’m havin' an asthma attack (Slime)
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| Oh, you used to fuck with me, I think that you need to relax
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| All my cups are bubbly, I fell asleep while countin' the racks
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| Oh, she so stuck to me, but we didn’t have nothin' but sex
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| All these rappers hyperboles, bitch, don’t compare me to that
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| Drippin' in some Vetement shit, I ain’t get this from my dad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hyperbole , by - Fijimacintosh. Song from the album Blank Substance - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп