| Woah
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
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| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
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| And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
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| Woah
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
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| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
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| Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on
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| Woah
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| It’s the G to the M-O
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| Finna pee on your demo
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| Fuck up your self esteem and throw your dreams out the window
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| Team full of sickos
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| Skeet for the nymphos
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| Beef? |
| We leave niggas extinct with the Flintstones
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| Ever since I wrote a flow
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| I ain’t going broke
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| Pop up in your city niggas think they saw Jehova’s ghost
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| Coast to coast I’m hitting states with the flames
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| When you niggas start touring it’ll be snakes on a plane
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| Bitch fuck your record label and fuck your history
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| Buzzsaw make your fucking guts fall instantly
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| If I’m at a show you know I come to cause injury
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| Turn my enemies into unsolved mysteries
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| This shit is foul
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| If you brave, stick around
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| Intestines hit the ground when you get disembowled
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| Say I ain’t got a wicked style?
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| You niggas in denial
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| Charlie Sheen has aids? |
| I’m the nigga winning now
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| Woah
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
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| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
|
| And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
|
| Woah
|
| Mirror mirror on the wall
|
| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
|
| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
|
| Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on
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| Woah
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| I’m the degenerate
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| You’re finna get
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| Familiar with
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| Now listen bitch
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| The shit you spit is hit or miss
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| I’m a gorilla pimp dressed in the dopest gear
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| Treating hoes like Scorpion: «Bitch get over here»
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| Bite my raps? |
| I fight back with a spiked bat
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| Nine inch nails impale your face nigga bite that
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| I’m cold as an ice pack
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| Cold as an eskimo gang bang in an igloo with icicles on my sack
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| I sell filth to kids in the park
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| My shit is dope so I tell 'em like Principle Clark
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| «You smoke crack don’t ya?»
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| Well nigga give it a spark
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| Don’t be surprised if you take one hit and you barf
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| 'Cause fucking with me is like reaching under the sink
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| Grabbing the bleach and pouring yourself something to drink
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| Bitch I’m still running the streets
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| And I keep a slut on the beach
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| A drugged-up single mother in heat
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| Now that’s filth
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| Woah
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
|
| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
|
| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
|
| And everywhere he go, he digging in bitches draws like
|
| Woah
|
| Mirror mirror on the wall
|
| Who’s the filthiest lyricist of them all?
|
| They call that nigga G-Mo Skee; |
| he spit it raw
|
| Any time any place, he’s ready to get it on |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Filthnificent, artist - G-Mo Skee. Album song My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп