| Bodybag and bonfire, pour gasoline pon the liar
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| Watch the flame grow higher
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| Flame grow higher, flame grow higher
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| Remove ya from ay and ay, yes, aya
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| Back with the boulevard bullies, we keep it bumpin'
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| Barbarian bone crushin' and body dumpin'
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| Bodybags and bonfire, pour gasoline pon the liar
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| Watch the flame grow higha
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| Smell of burnt tire, 87 dope boy attire
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| Rooftop Bruce-E-Bee on the flier, word to Macaya
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| This maniac Machiaveli mastermind messiah never retire
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| Tighten your lace, gravitate and grab a taste
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| No matter the pace, marathon we on the race
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| Cross the finish line with grace, gargantuan greats
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| That gather in goodness but they gruesomely tame
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| It’s to our mothers then brothers, fathers, sisters and mothers
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| That found a groove in the gutter, our flows are newly discovered
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| Just throwin' food in the cupboard, ninjas on the run eatin' like
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| What, what, wha-wha-what, we all screamin'
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| Get the papers, get the papers, Goodfella
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| Gravitational pull to a caper, manana, I see you later
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| Lollapalooza loungin' lyrical laser laceration
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| Of rappers I used to have admiration but now we chasin' the same goal
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| Sayin' my name slow, H to the A-Lo
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| HaLo spell hey low
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| Really dark place where the game go, stay in your lane bro
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| Beeps bang my bank rolls with flame throws
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| Float with the bank teller, hey sunshine
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| Predictable everyday I’m online
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| When money’s on my mind, coordinate a time
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| The people watch from the balcony or hire twisted limes
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| Nutrition food for thought missin'
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| They say flipped birds’ll feed a pigeon
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| I drift corners, hoop-d transmission
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| In this game I receive what I’ve given
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| Collide and collision, kaleidoscope the vision
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| Word to my uncles in prison I’m bout to get ‘em
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| Goblin green, black leather with the lean
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| Monster scream when I saber with the beam
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| What’s poppin' yahmean? |
| We so bout it
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| The architect path, I reroute it
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| So ease out it before they read about it
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| Clear skies’ll quickly turn cloudy
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| Everywhere in the hemisphere you never there
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| They sip Everclear tint in my eyes
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| Yea, I dance on ‘em like Fred Estere
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| She wanna ball in the mall so I left her there
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| Dashin' and devonair
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| Couldn’t think of a better pair to scramble the letters yea
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| The low tide tied with the moon
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| Wave water you assume, keep your ears on the boom, nigga
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| The Voltron skull and the ship’s hull I’m burnin' shit
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| Call me the captain I’m rappin' and navigatin'
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| Through the underworld metropolis droppin' a couple gems off
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| It’s O2 inside the gills let the beat breathe
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| Abstract like a Shaq free throw with the Magic
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| Off centre but I’m young in my career, still
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| It’s no Kobe appropriately a penny stock
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| And no free stocks I came up in the 90's son
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| The abstract backpacker Dillaton I’m a Nike check expert
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| Nextel chirpin' and the next clientele go and get it
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| Supreme well-wishin' back into the pennies that I rock for junior varsity
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| It’s young Hardaway proudly in the verse
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| And politikin' respect for crossover appeal
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| Yo, I’m UTEP two-steppin' and I peel back ya thinkin' caps
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| It’s grey matter brain fragments
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| Splatter your thoughts on a wall so what’s happenin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bonfire , by - Halo. Song from the album Mansa Musa (Guest Starring Masta Killa), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп