| I’m stoned jamming the food a whole bag in
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| Puffing on challenge I’m known to smoke gallons
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| I hit 'em with the flow they’re like: «who's the man»
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| One who’s on the road with the stickers like: 'bam'
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| Step up in the jam with the owls and the fam
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| Looking kinda haps like I just linked my yat for a slam
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| And I did, I was like: 'bang'
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| Well thank you man
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| Then I yam down on some chips, eggs 'n' ham
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| Understand I was like: 'damn'
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| They was quite nice yeah
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| They was kinda nang
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| Nothing aggy
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| I move fast like a Kawasaki
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| When I need to get the blueberry cheese out the baggy
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| Get so lean I crawled on floors like my name’s maggie
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| Back hand slap you if you back chat me
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| Famalam that’s a fact man — I do it gladly
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| Back hand slap you if you back chat me
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| That’s a fact man but what — I do it gladly
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| Hold it down, I’m like no way
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| Cause man I merk the mic up with no real delay, They’re like:
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| Hold it down, I’m like no way
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| Cause man I’m wylin out, wylin out, every day. |
| They’re like:
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| Hold it down, I’m like no way
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| Cause man I merk the mic up with no real delay, They’re like:
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| Hold it down I’m like no way
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| Cause man I’m wylin out, wylin out, every day
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| I wanna start this bar with a: h-h-hello
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| I be spitting flows since I wore shoes with velcros
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| Do I wanna burn a little thai? |
| Hell no
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| Man I got the hydroponic chronic by the shelf load
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| But the shelf life is very low cause I blitz it yo!
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| It’s immaculate, back grown, pure grown, damn it looks fabulous
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| Like me mashed out my face riding bikes backwards
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| This tracks for the ugly and unnattractive
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| Unlucky son, being that butters must be tragic
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| I flip tricks backwards, my trick lands on mattresses
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| I’m munching shrooms that’s made of magic
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| Owl eyes popping out the wall on some mad shit
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| Trynna smoke the whole fucking world in an atlas
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| Lungs getting wheezier
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| Vision turned sepia
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| Couldn’t really care if the 'trix getting creepier
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| Roll round the club, see if man’s got an E for ya
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| ABCs and getting hammered life’s greezy star
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| You don’t wanna get parred
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| You don’t wanna test me when I’m pedaling my bars
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| At the lemon peng store
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| Shit straight soothing
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| Like I mediate in the bath better
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| Fill the jar to the the brim
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| Word to the wise
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| I’m high yet I’m out to win
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| Understand that; |
| Kim |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wylin Out , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album Third Eye of the Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп