| Bieber
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| Bieber
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| Wow
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| Bieber
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| Bieber
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| Bieber
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| Wow
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| Future Primitive Art School
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| Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
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| Future Primitive Art School
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| Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
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| Future Primitive Art School
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| Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it
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| Future Primitive Art School
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| Y’all don’t really want it, nah-nah nah-nah nah
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| Cool moon social, Yung Dinner Party
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| Yung Swimming Pool, leisure class
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| Really fool
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| My mood is Boughetto
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| Some say too mellow
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| Others say «Dude, he’s a cool fellow»
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| The gold will remold you
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| Not a wonderland, never told truth
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| Look at all the cookies I sold you
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| Last girl scout, future primitive art student, part truant
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| Soul rebel, my soul level is plasmatic
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| Oceanic, my lifestyle is tight magic
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| My grapple is too chapel
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| My scramble to too ample
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| Vamp on an amplified sample
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| Toasts up on the spectac-get-back
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| Not your average wetback
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| Look at all the clocks I done set back
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| Create or destroy, or step back
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| Both on the same track
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| Both on the same track
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| Head feel like a thousand bucks, that’s a brain-wrack
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| After that, see me on the train, on the train track
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| Blood, I think I’m Mack Maine, black
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| Rap game, half game, rap, half trap, half this, half that, half laugh track
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| This a problem, fifth world
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| Plot raised up
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| , girl
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| I never went to art school
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| I think art is fucking dumb
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| I say what I want, got green card, I never run
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| My name on the internet, I don’t fuck with Google
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| Lookin' out my window, my snipe game through the roof
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| Bad freak on my dick, now it’s on and poppin'
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| Now we rockin', rollin', got my pockets swollen
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| Yeah the top is open, and the ho is shooken
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| How you gonna moan so loud and show no emotion?
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| I mean, I think that I love it, I ain’t really complaining
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| This pimp game on a budget, out the frame like a painting
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| Every time that we fucking, I’mma glove like Payton
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| One glove like Michael, two gloves like Mickey
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| Two bucks in this city, I got drunk and pissy
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| They say they never stunk a skunk that’s stinky
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| All y’all cats talk a bunch of shit, B
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| So eat a dick to the punks that diss me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Future Primitive Art School , by - Hot Sugar. Song from the album Made Man EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп