| K-koke
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| Ugh? |
| Ok
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| Press machine, press machine, UK
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| Time zone, new clock
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| Shooter named red fox
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| Headshot, and that fifth work like robots
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| Yo' block, four Glock’s, turned into a paint shop
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| I was bred from a dead crop
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| Shooting, tragic, no need get you vanished (Gone)
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| You ain’t never met a killer like man is
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| My block, Taso, shooting up his palace
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| Ran him down in my Nikes or New Balance
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| Bad bitch from Dupont, I swear I do her so wrong
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| Shorty give me head with her lisp tongue
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| Driftwood, bap bap, kill him while his whip frost (Cold block)
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| Bullets make him buckle up and criss cross
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| Savagery, close range, gun tall as two feet (Bang)
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| He ain’t makin' it through surgery
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| Broom sticks, dust pan, started gettin' dusty
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| (Kill 'em for free, fuck a salary)
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| Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
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| Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
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| Man know every ting dead
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| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM!
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| Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
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| Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
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| Man know every ting dead
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| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM!
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| Look, beard dickheads talking crud and that
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| Suck your mother fam, put a slug in that
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| Pull up, hop out and watch him do the running man
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| Pussy done the chat, you dickheads ain’t coming back
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| Funny man, talking like he walking with his gun in hand
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| Run him down, but from a distance I could gun him down
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| Running rounds, lightning hit him when I fund the sound
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| Spun him round, and lift his spirit to another realm
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| Fucking hell, it just feels like I’m just stuck in hell
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| Ducking L’s tryna do this shit my fucking self
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| Rubbing scales, I got unit for the fuckin' sales
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| I’m fucking Judas, got my shooter stuck up in a cell
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| It’s yours truly, I stuck up for myself there’s nothin' you can do me
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| 'Cause this Uzi got me feeling stealth, runnin' through this movie Tryna boost
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| up on my wealth, BAM! |
| BAM!
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| (Kill 'em for free, fuck a salary)
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| Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
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| Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
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| Man know every ting dead
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| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM!
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| Ugh, man know how the ting set (It's big koke)
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| Man know how the ting press (You think a joke?)
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| Man know every ting dead
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| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM! |
| BAM! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D Ting Set, artist - K Koke. Album song Pure Koke, Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп