| Too many times before, you know I wouldn’t rhyme before
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| 'Bout some shit I didn’t want to talk about, then it’s out
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| Then it wouldn’t kill my vibe before —
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| Not this time though — but I do know one thing though
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| Bitches — they come, they go
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| Saturday through Sunday, Monday, yo
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| It’s whips and dips and slips
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| Next thing I know your hands all on my bit
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| «I love your jacket, where’s my jacket?»
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| Shit man, what’s all this girl?
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| What you put in there? |
| I don’t fuck with that shit
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| I don’t know your name, and you love this little game
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| But you go ahead and pull that shit
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| I don’t know you full crazy, you’ll be pushing up daisies
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| We look like Sid and his Nancy, could it be B and Jay-Z?
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| I’m going crazy with this one
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| Don’t call me baby, no, listen
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| You better give me my jacket
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| Shut up and kiss him, I said
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| She kiss my leather, and
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| I kiss her better than she ever had
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| She wears my leather, and
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| I think that I’m a go home with that
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| And I’ll play with that and make it slow
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| I think that she love the way that I watch her climb, up down that pole
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| And that’s the way that she’s getting dough
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| And that’s the way that she’s getting throwed
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| I’m — too hard for all of this
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| Too much heart involved with this
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| Too many people trying to get me what they want me
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| But I don’t wanna see it alone with this click clack bang
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| Baby, this world is insane, nobody stays in their lane
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| It’s all about fame, I do not care about names
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| I do not fuck with this game, I’m just so real
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| Never don’t know how to feel, I wish you knew how this shit feels
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| Needing a drink just to keep my state of mind in tack with this whole life I’m
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| living for real
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| I need a Bonnie, I am a Clyde
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| Need to put all this bullshit to the side
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| Pulling your panties aside
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| I’m going tonight, I’m going tonight
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| She kiss my leather, and
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| I kiss her better than she ever had
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| She wears my leather, and
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| I think that I’m a go home with that
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| And I’ll play with that and make it slow
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| I think that she love the way that I watch her climb, up down that pole
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| And that’s the way that she’s getting dough
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| And that’s the way that she’s getting throwed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leather , by - Jez Dior. Song from the album The Funeral, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп