| This shit crazy
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| That’s right, niggas getting carried away, man
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| They building a bunch of niggas with beards
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| They got the snapbacks on
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| But they ain’t got the flow, though
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| My flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me
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| My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me
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| My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me
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| My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me
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| That shit cray
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| My flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone it
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| Flow so ill, motherfuckers wanna own it
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| Tote that steel, motherfucker -- wanna hold it?
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| I’ll unload it
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| You get folded like shirts and jeans
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| You must be high on pills and water, storts and lean
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| You can get on your knees and pray to the Lord
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| Still, you will never ever flow like Free, uh
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| I flow like the great ones
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| Matter of fact, I flow like it’s eight floods
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| Matter of fact, I flow like Atlantic, Pacific
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| Sink Titanics, terrific
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| Shit gigantic, horrific
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| It’s scary
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| You rarely can find a nigga that can flow like us
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| Or get dough like us
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| They don’t reach their goals like us
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| They’re washed up like soap and suds
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| My flow is magnificent, addictive like some potent bud
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| Jay and Ye, while they’re in Paris, we’re in Africa
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| Hit y’all niggas with the motherland flow
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| Racks on racks, I rubberband dough
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| Got more rubberbands when the rubberbands go
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| Still in the motherland with a motherland ho
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| When it comes to screwing, she know what she doing
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| I don’t know what she saying, but I love her lingo
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| Tango, IPhone call from your daughter
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| At Harvard -- she always bless me with knowledge cause
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| Who flow sicker?
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| Jay and Wayne? |
| Well, who told Wayne that? |
| Who told Jigga?
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| Who told Drake? |
| Heir to the throne
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| Philly Freeway home, better give me my space
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| It’s a different year, but ain’t shit changed
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| If I can’t serve you, still got stitches in place
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| Freeway ride like the Michelin Man
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| Leave rappers in the Michigan lake
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| I’m great, y’all late
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| Just trying to get by, Talib Kweli
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| Y’all trying to get high, I’m trying to get higher
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| Do this til y’all call me sire
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| Do this til y’all call me for shows
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| And the purse be like fifty or higher
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| Y’all know me, I’m a Philly O. G
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| Got songs with Jay, these songs Mariah
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| I’m no liar, I don’t gotta
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| Never had a Bugatti but I hit the Borgata
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| A.C. shit, last weekend
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| I’m the captain cause my flow make em seasick
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| Flip raps, used to flip white
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| Still shine bright, got ice like a ski trip
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| And if I take my ice off
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| Shit’ll get dark like a eclipse
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| Y’all better part like the Red Sea
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| Y’all better dip like some Herr’s chips
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| On my Chris Columbus shit
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| Throw y’all off where the earth ends
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| I’ve been raw since my birth in
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| I’ve been sick since my first step
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| I’ll be the best til my last breath
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| Make a new flow when the song ends |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas in Africa, artist - Freeway. Album song The Intermission, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп