| Up in the woods, where the deers run free
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| Kevlar fire, streets get low key
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| Ferragamo attire, (?)preach and Potpourri
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| Sprinkle in the air, not a wrinkle in my gear
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| Got my girl wide open, see the twinkle in her stare
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| Valley stream water, got that valley clean aura
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| Puffing Cali green, when I steam I’mma cough-a
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| Coping with the game, got me loc’ing at the range
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| Letting off rifles, vocaling my name
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| Posting in the rain, hear the calling of the wild
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| See the birds in the air, hear the bears on the prowl
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| Chilling like a villain, got them mirrors on my ceiling
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| Pillow top on the bed, taking shots to the head
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| Flat screen vision, it’s that happy king’s living
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| Far from the stars and the bars and the prisons
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| Being where I’m from, I was told when I was young
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| Do it big at least once before it’s all said and done
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| Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
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| Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
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| Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
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| Get a smooth good run before it’s all said and done
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| Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
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| Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
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| Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
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| Get a smooth good run before it’s all said and done
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| It’s so much more when you chilling by the shore
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| Living life to decor, spending nights at the Four
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| Season, no Venetians just drapes and rails
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| Vacations, no relations just relate the smells inhaled
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| Fresh these breeze, west Indies
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| Amongst the baddest broads breathing, best believe
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| Bless the g’s, the ones from the cloth within it
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| Taught through chemic, the kind clones often mimic
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| Thoughts extended, good living, sleeping women seeking
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| Deeper enlightment, to keep from dimming
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| Skimming through life’s chapters, life after, I mastered
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| Seen a spark, had the heart to grasp it
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| Ask it and receive, see you out and Belize
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| Cause please, where I’m from, I was told when I was young
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| Do it big at least once before it’s all said and done
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| Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
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| Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
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| Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
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| Get a smooth good run before it’s all said and done
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| Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
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| Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
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| Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
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| Get a smooth good run before it’s all said and done |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Before It's All Said & Done, artist - Freeway. Album song Legendary / Philadelphia Freeway 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп