| Exotic crops, in from Fiji
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| top-hats and a pop-off like ecstasy from Houdini
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| Got that Ally Sheedy
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| Selling ziti out the twenty-eight
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| All fiends on Farragut seek out
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| Eat ratchet bitches like Puma Suede
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| A slave in a cage, numerous hustles
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| Keep ‘em sedated, I stay paid
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| Satyricon gimmicks and lyrics
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| Hard like scords are Hasidic’s
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| After but before business
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| We’re abortions that survived, takin' portions of ya spine
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| Stay unlawful ‘til we die, stay high
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| Let the reverend run up a tab ten bundles and eight pies
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| Heist of the century, sellin' ice out the Chevy like Garfield
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| Except I bake pies with
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| Monsters and rock, sniffin' Panama, catch a vacant stare
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| Lost in the haze catch a taste like Jamaican Air
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| I got demons that will never die
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| I’m bumpin' Rakim Allah in the ride
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| You the type to see the guy’s who tuck your weiney between your thighs,
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| I couldn’t empathize
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| How I feel inside, only the Lord knows, was born broke
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| Willing to kick a chair from under a secure rope
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| Now the plug look like Eddy Gordo
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| You might see me fighting my bored out Bordeaux
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| With a freak who take molly through a corn hole
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| Opportunist — In a Jag dressed like Dr. Loomis, movin'
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| That little bullshit you guys been doin' it is not amusin'
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| (woah) piss on your lawn with drawn armory
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| I grew up around medicine men, no Sean Connery
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| I saw that the Fuzz was onto me, and then I paid for the face-lift
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| Now my pain is where the steak sit
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| I get fellated in a space ships, face it
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| You and your man split a twelve-pack and kick it
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| Talkin' about how you almost did it, but reality is frigid (Almost)
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| Similar to the blood givin' my brain oxygen
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| And I ain’t stoppin' until your whole block look communist
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| Until SWAT ain’t knockin' and walkin' away is not permitted
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| Fuck swimmin', I got some cement loafers you can fit in
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| You trippin', fibbin' all of your lyrics so you really penny-pinchin'
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| I’m getting' it with Non Phixion and my pen is ridiculous
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| Walk out of the choir with a big stick
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| with a big dick
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| Big money clip big drip
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| Big swammy and a big clip
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| Big family and a big clip
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| Que yea-yea-yea-yea-yea, real shit
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| Real bloods, real clips, real demons, real lit
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| We the top, yo these guys
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| ride
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| Spin the block, east side
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| Hit the opps, three times
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| Thotty give me and that’s obituary
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| kids choose Uzi’s with
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| Shooters that do the brutalest there is
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| Oodles and shoes and pills
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| Ludes and
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| Cougars with pierced pussy lips
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| Only built for Gucci drip |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ONLY BUILT 4 GUCCI DRIP, artist - Ill Bill. Album song LA BELLA MEDUSA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп