| I’m a blue collar rama
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| And I’m on a body armor
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| Rode me down pull me now like a dally lama
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| From the city where the chopper is the party stopper
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| Over before it started coldhearted started
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| Starving from half a mill fuck gold artiste
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| What these fuckers eat sole garbage
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| Your man fell off i guess he had his carma
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| Keep your comments in something you not apart of
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| Stop dropping road flows road arsense
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| Terror is my error no margins
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| You blood splatter decorate apartments
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| They trying to figure where your parts went dark
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| That chrome make them run home like what you hear to partfence
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| A had a heart since knee high running in levis
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| Singing he ya yo oh macdonald
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| Got your bitch drinking in comeless caddle
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| And enough skills to deep throat the whole bottle
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| I’m so not your everyday AVG alo hollas
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| Flip over your atv It’s long they will never see
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| I know what you need to destroy on the hpb
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| And squad go apb
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| I make them strip in them red shirts
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| Put your face on it, it takes moments
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| You don’t have to wait on it i put in word too
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| I want same bonus and if It’s not same on us
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| Same notice I’m not a lane we don’t have highs
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| Game of Gods of most giants
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| Stonehenge is diamond is my abdominal game
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| I like swallowing pain ingest destruction while
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| I wobble the plane
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| And he’s serving his time for murdery lines
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| Make way i don’t play the popular game oh fuck
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| I guess it makes no sense that I’m further convincing you
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| My pin hold down an upper peninsula
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| Life for a king i put a person on
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| If hiphop is dead then i don’t think the success is real
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| Shout out to Bill living on the hill
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| Because I’m driven haters want to find the kill switch
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| They trying to stop me but your text is sloppy
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| To the freaks in the bed calling me papi
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| How do you want it the intellect is fatigue is dead
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| Thats a no no like sneaking a spread
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| Low low while you speaking to the feds
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| With photos that’s where you got a sold album
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| To weaken your thread and more flows from the fountains
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| By force and know you off the high horse you on
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| Fuck a motivator ain’t nobody greater
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| Inside the equator for now and later
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| From digital to beta when i cater
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| I serve you like a waiter with subpoena papers
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| Put the pin game down constant
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| Fucking with me using insane clown posse
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| The one with the juggalo chicks drop them clothes
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| And hop all over my dick like where the rubber go
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| Damn yo you don’t want it fair though
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| Going in and going off like ammo
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| You better don’t have a cam though
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| It will never happen I was made with this gift of rapping
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| I got you for ever trapped in
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| I am made all i do is write rhymes
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| Get high and blaze Ryan Hayes
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| And age to my dying days while i lay in J’s
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| For L’s i get the sky praised |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Collar , by - Guilty Simpson. Song from the album Detroit's Son, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп