| I’m gangsta
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| I’m gangsta
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| Alright
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| Aye
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| We the last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| The last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| Stay strapped, got a big number one supersized Big Mac
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| 3−57 in the 57 Maybach
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| Made you fucking niggas sloppy
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| I be Rocky Asap, lay you down face flat
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| Man the last of the real, stackin the mills
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| I ain’t talkin bout no lipstick when that Mac in your grill
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| Last of a dying breed, when I fire these
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| Hundred rounds, nigga stop speaking Guyanese
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| Got a clip and a chopper full of flower seeds
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| Niggas hanging all choppers where your momma sleep
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| We the best coke boys, nigga you ain’t heard
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| My gun speed you of that way
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| We the last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| We the last of the real
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| Last of the real
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| Okay now play like I’m pussy
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| Killas fuck up your night
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| 20 goons in your kitchen
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| Why you skyping your wife?
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| Like here the stash? |
| In the safe
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| It ain’t no asking you twice
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| My trigger finger be itching, that bitch be switching them why?
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| I’m like the last of the real
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| Well I own the half of a pill
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| Jumping off that bucket for real
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| 30 niggas ain’t crip with the steel
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| You don’t want them problems, you don’t want that drama
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| But I’d watch your mouth, you must be bonkers
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| You don’t know of your momma, then it’s how with marbles
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| Black on black, feeling like I knew Obama
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| Can I do no commerce to your coupes
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| Is why this miss Madonna
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| Motherfuck the loyal to your honor
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| Money and power, I talk that shit yet again
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| My gun speed you of that way
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| We the last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| We the last of the real
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| Last of the real
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| Last of the real, blue steel
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| We the best, we the realest
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| Me and Montana, never leave my home without the banner
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| Stop with my real vest
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| The last of the real
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| The one with the money and the whores
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| Boy fat pussy, finding beating on the floor
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| Blood clot, real to the floor
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| They don’t make us no more
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| We the last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| My gun speed you of that way
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| My gun speed you of that way
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| Ra pa pa pam speed you out of that way
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| We the last of the real
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| Pull count it must feel
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| Last of the real
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| Last of the real
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last of the Real , by - French Montana. Song from the album Mac and Cheese, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп