| Who got the best flow east to west coast
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| Who got the best show east to west coast
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| Matter fact, all around the globe, we are currently in Denmark
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| Jump on jets and just close
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| Shout out to Curren$y, every time we land switching fans, switching currencies
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| And come to think, I used to stand up on the corner flip
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| Gradually freezing, done can’t send niggas to emergency
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| Make their bigger brothers wanna murder me
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| It’s just to say they love me and they miss me, I’m their insulin
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| Spit bars like a semiautomatic, from my deeper bring half of the instruments
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| We’re like Heinz, catch up and keep up
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| City all be hop, beat the beat up
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| Jack from the Bay area, them streets tough
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| They need someone to take care of y’all, they tweet us
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| We keep on airing you, the ACs, we’re all year around, here you freeze up
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| And please stop the second you meet us, we going to heaven cause we pray like
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| Jesus
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| Brothers on my tip cause I spit like this
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| I’m coming with the flow, get dough like this quick
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| You’re wishing God woulda bless you with this gift
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| Still, you would never ever flow like Freezer
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| Flow monster, flow for four seasons, after the show take hoes to Four Seasons
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| After we done put them in four cabs, gift all four, doggy bags, we even
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| Steven, I wonder why they keep going, sweating me I feel like keef for the
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| evening
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| Sounding like heave metal, tryna stay away from trouble
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| Niggas set the bar high then nigga, I raise the level
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| Putting haters in the 'spital, squeeze the trigger on you, nigga
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| I don’t even give a fuck, never wanna give this up
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| 100 thousand in my clothes, fuckin with my nigga Freezer
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| That’s my young nigga Free, take this shit from my soul
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| Then turn it into songs, that the hood appreciate
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| The plug never seen my face, ship the drugs to my place
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| Then I ship 'em out of state, 50 time every day, them real numbers
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| The kind of bread you gotta weigh, oh, I stand, knock you off
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| Even if you got a K, even if you beg, nigga, even if you try to pay
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| It’s too late, you in the way, it’s real pop
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| My Naptown niggas waiting at the mailbox
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| Waiting for the eagle to land, at the yayo' spot
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| Praise Allah, mix a lot, cause we still hot
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| Rappers try to copy our style but they still flop
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| We still give niggas chills, we the real mob
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| Black president here but it’s still hard, judge trynna strike me out but I only
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| fear God
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| This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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| This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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| This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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| This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God,
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| nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Combine the Coasts , by - The Jacka. Song from the album Write My Wrongs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп