| Woah, and the rebound when I walk in
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| Or reload, and big gas, or Rodman
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| Glock-19 my side bitch, when I speak to a pig, bonnet
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| 'Fore I let you get to me, get violent
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| Niggas let me, let me beat this comment
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| Be more, I be ballin' like Don
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| Goin' the circles around the block for fun (Wait)
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| I found a beat, dunkin' these crackers, I feel like Aladdin
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| I wish that my bitches had better timin'
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| Some of y’all niggas was better off silent
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| Killin' yourself, this ain’t even Love Island
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| Trust fund money, can’t buy (Poof)
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| He left the critics behind
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| Features with each as I’m distant with Molly
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| Stop, it’s like Kojima designed me
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| Slow with the gear and the metal is on me
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| Switchin' like it, can somebody just stop me?
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| One on one, I be flexin' like Kylie (Bitch)
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| Fuck with me, I’ma employ the Tommy
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| Are you triggered or just weak by design?
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| Baby, my preference is fine
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| Girl, are you really in line?
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| TEC ain’t free but one hand on the nine
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| Keep it fluid, I be marchin' with Dons
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| Zero mods and you niggas still done
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| I don’t need one (Bah, bah)
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| One wish, Ray J with the sign
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| Hit it first, I’m ahead of my time
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| Spit in the ash, nurture my mind
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| Super head, Mr. Marcus, I’m dyin'
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| Stash money as the paper decline
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| Hey, money for mine
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| Now they got me speedin' down the lane like, «»
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| Spendin' my night, I don’t keep the auto outside
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| Runnin' for the money, take the chain off the
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| Niggas stay mad so they demise
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| Twerkin' on stage for the Mary J. Blige
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| Says I brought a Glock, no more drama in my life
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| Make me wanna do it, I’ma, uh
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| Make me wanna do it, but I won’t say shit like
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| «Hi, hey,"dress for the kill with my Bonnie on
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| Sigh, huh, shit, shit, shit, shit
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| Shit, shit, shit, shit
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| Shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LAST DANCE! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Song from the album EP2!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп