| I don’t even gotta-
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| Ford F-250, two of 'em
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| With the WiFi and the nitrous booster
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| You know how we do
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| Fuck, ooh
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| Fuck, fuck, fuck
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| Fuck
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| I’m feelin' like fuckin' you up (Fuck)
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| I still got the stick in the truck (Yeah)
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| I’m treatin' this bitch like a cuck, brrt, MAC, loadin' it up (Ya)
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| Hit your neck, and your back, and your blunt
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| Circle 'round and send you to the sun (Ah)
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| I don’t hide from you bums (No)
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| I survived through the slums (Yeah)
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| When you die, they’ll adjust (Adjust)
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| Fuck it, I’m breakin' you off (Uh, uh)
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| Bitch, I came back with the Hi-Point 'cause I know that you soft (I know it,
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| I know it, I know it)
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| Never let 'em catch you slippin', kept my eyes wide like Kate Ross
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| Peggy eighteen
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| Let’s get it
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| Boy, let’s get it (Let's get it)
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| You know what? |
| Um…
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| You get put on the spot, and you’re supposed to be talking about something
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| But you don’t know what to talk about (Damn)
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| Like this very moment
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| That’s right, that’s what’s goin' on right now
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| Huh?
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| That’s what’s goin' on right now
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| Yeah, um
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| Don’t worry about it, you’ll be okay
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| Hold on, nigga
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| It’s just something I grew up on (Yeah)
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| We playin' with pencils for fun?
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| We playin' with pistols for fun
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| Mama said, «Don't rely on no gun»
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| That’s why I’m fadin' you bums (Bah)
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| Label say that I’m fatal to fun
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| When I die, want all my enemies to take a sigh and say, «R.I.P.»
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| And everyone that I don’t fuck with, all of a sudden started fuckin' with me
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| Incredible, took an edible and throw my keyboard mother to me (Ha)
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| Oh, you think you up and coming, G?
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| Nah, up and comers really think they me
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| Bitch, I’m Beanie Sigle, mixed with Beatles with a dash of DOOM at ninety-eight
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| degrees
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| So fuck a pill, I won’t take a plea
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| I’m bungie jumpin' to my destiny
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| Post verified, 'cause these niggas really think a handle could handle me
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| It’s the young, black Ali G (Pa)
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| Fallin' off 'fore I catch a fee
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| Hit the mirror, let me down with ease, baby
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| How you wanna turn me on?
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| How you wanna turn me on?
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| I can never be alarmed
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| It’s all
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| Your parameters have been set
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn-damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn-damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn-damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn-damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn-damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy
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| Damn, Peggy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Post Verified Lifestyle, artist - JPEGMAFIA. Album song All My Heroes Are Cornballs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп