| I’m a walkin', talkin' silhouette, the darkest rhymer
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| Since DMX dropped that album with blood all over his body
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| Haters talk shit but I don’t hear or mind 'em
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| 'Cause all that foul play gon' lead to check when I find 'em
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| Your girls be like, «Choke me, daddy I’m a freak»
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| Next week she pop up with all type of hospital fees, you know me
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| Shootin' until I get a trophy, been smokin' this potent, I coughed up an organ
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| And you wastin' your pussy if you ain’t let us all in
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| Fuck your contract, bitch I’m breakin' all the clauses
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| Acid God, man I got everybody on it
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| Every verse a horror scene, Raptrick Bateman Vorhees
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| Remember me? |
| Boosie on the side, Tunechi on top
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| Gold fangs, now everybody look like me, ha
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| What you geekin', fuck you tweakin', I ain’t ever lost bitch
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| Only time you kill shit when you pay for abortions
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| Any motherfucker with a gun ain’t a mobster (Facts)
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| Every chick with an ass ain’t poppin' (More Facts)
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| Every beat with a 808 ain’t knockin' (Facts)
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| Bring it back, please rewind it
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| Every rapper with a platinum plaque ain’t a problem (Facts)
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| Every nigga flippin' packs ain’t a hustler (More Facts)
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| Everybody bought 'cause profit ain’t always progress (Facts)
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| Bring it back, please rewind this
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| You appear to be more than you are
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| How you expect me to think your jewelry is real, it costs more than your car
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| All this Rollie shit is all a facade
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| You the ace in your hood, you on the red carpet fallin' apart
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| Damn, I ain’t never heard of it
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| How you receivin' rewards for a song where you ain’t write a single word of it?
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| And the tempo don’t matter, I’ma murder it (naw)
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| Any obstacle I’ma hurdle it (yeah, yeah)
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| Sound effects and mumbling', to obtain success is to be humblin'
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| And if you don’t understand that means you one of them
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| Until they get it, I’ma continue to punish them
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| Hope you heard us, don’t compare us (naw)
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| To the large percentage of smoke and mirrors (everybody)
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| I’ma leave it like that 'cause everything I said in the verse was all facts
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| Any motherfucker with a gun ain’t a mobster (Facts)
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| Every chick with an ass ain’t poppin' (More Facts)
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| Every beat with a 808 ain’t knockin' (Facts)
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| Bring it back, please rewind it
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| Every rapper with a platinum plaque ain’t a problem (Facts)
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| Every nigga flippin' packs ain’t a hustler (More Facts)
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| Everybody bought 'cause profit ain’t always progress (Facts)
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| Bring it back, please rewind this
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| All these new wave niggas lyin' when they rappin'
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| When they really just be talkin' bout some shit that never happens
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| Same niggas rappin' 'bout same whips, same fashion
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| And bitches trying to get real love with fake asses
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| Face assets, mind and your body gotta equal
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| The rule over second not to get side tracked
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| You figured, I mentioned the last chick I had super bad
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| But she burned me (Facts), thank God it wasn’t herpes
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| Lazy bitches screaming «Where the surgeons at?»
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| Now black girls off white like Virgil’s brand
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| Got these fake gang bang niggas on the 'Gram snitchin' on themself via cam
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| But excuse me, I think Juice laced my weed again
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| I don’t trust nobody, no not even (myself!)
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| That’s why I keep a condom on my dick before I leave the (crib!)
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| You can’t buy your bitch’s love, boy there’s always bigger (shrimp!)
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| If she with you 'cause you fuck, she gon' find some better (dick!)
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| Bitch it’s party, party, party like the spring breaker (flick!)
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| See your booty on the 'Gram and never pictures with your (kids!)
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| Why his uniform so dirty and his Timbs is scuffed to (shit!)
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| Meanwhile you on vacation and every weekend is (lit!)
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| Niggas buy jewelry, buy Jordans, buy Beamer, buy Rover
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| Buy Rolex, buy Gucci (Facts), buy Louis, but you can’t buy culture (More Facts!)
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| Nigga not my culture, duck down, we see them vultures |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Facts, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп