| I’m the king, no burger
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| Cook words, serve 'em
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| Bitch, give me head and we ain’t going any further
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| Push me to the limit like the Montana movie
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| It’s all about money, so I bypass the
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| Please tell my people when to sell what they
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| Illa rap, I’mma make your whole face droopy
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| Pale henny, I spilled liquor on my tan Timb’s
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| And I ball like a to the age
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| Tell them I can start and I can make wars
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| Cameras on record but I know you can’t afford
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| Overlord, I promise that you’ll never beat me
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| social graffiti
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| I’m just as good as the weed I breathe
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| Move a weave when I release my seed
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| Drivin' through the city with a 5 speed
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| Nigga toast no rapper that is unseen
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| Let me speak to them
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| I’mma keep shooting
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| Yeah I’m from the ruins
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| You got to keep it moving
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| And never stop doing
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| You got to keep it grooving
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| The iller flow fluent
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| Eight Africa duct tape your face way trafficker
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| Cut your light short, pull up that long weed
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| First class, you act like I sat in the wrong seat
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| Fucking Jim Crow law, I pluck you the fuck out Kimbo law
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| Nigga, who’s the master?
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| Have you jump out the car park, Dukes of Hazzard
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| It can’t be used, till you use this trash shit
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| Wasting time, nah, shoot the bastard
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| Shake your neck, peep me the slasher
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| No, take on my neck, but peep me the master
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| my dilla my skrilla
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| Joe you’re fun, King Kong your song
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| Attempt murder, you got the wrong shooter
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| They call me Junior
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| like from bottom is
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| Optimus Primetime, I’m holding eight nines like an octopus
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| Shake the bassline, every verse is on like eight times
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| is a hate crime, crossing on state lines
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| Crush, crush, I can crush the villain
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| I got bars like a prison, its locked down
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| Pull deep, ayo I’m rather unique
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| I can put the Grim Reaper to sleep
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| As far as death, I’m a clean-sweep
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| I can have your life contract bleached
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| My car seats is the color of bleach
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| with me
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| It’s all style, chum
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| Heaven style slumped over like a
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| But y’all listening to an original G
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| I rap physical Columbia key, criminal spree
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| Use some scissors to cut your losses
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| Rapping killer, looking iller than |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speak To 'Em , by - Illa Ghee. Song from the album Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп