| Addicted to moving the rock
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| Grew up ain’t knew his pops
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| Walk around with a mop
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| Always tryna get guap
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| When is shit gonna stop
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| Living something you not
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| And you fronting for hoes
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| Got no time, bought a watch
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| Better watch for the statements
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| Niggas steady be hating
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| For them niggas think we pussy we catch bodies like Jason
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| G-Got choppas like Haitians
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| Leaning four like the matrix
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| Got to dirty a cup and it’s fuckin' up thinking
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| Fifteen young nigga running from the D’s
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| Thousand in the sock, the cops just yelling freeze
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| Addicted just to these knots
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| Always smoking the trees
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| Eyes be looking low like I’m Vietnamese
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| Niggas kicking the door
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| I be waving the four
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| Cops ever tryna rush me, nigga I’m at a show
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| We back in the trap
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| Better walk with a strap
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| Got me dressed in all black
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| Doing hits for the racks
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| Back in the trap like a fox biting his tail off
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| I tried to tell y’all
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| Collateral damage off the blast, cruise control, target locked
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| Let the missile splash
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| Box it out, start stepping but shoot in top hats
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| Problems incorrect so take a second to double check it
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| Pinpoint, pinpoint, it’s all facts
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| My presentation is these laser beams lining your back
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| You in distress? |
| Well we gon' lay it down across these tracks
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| Train come running, people start gunning
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| Your body gets splattered, I’ll be standing there to laugh
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| I ain’t speaking on nothing, out the loop of this discussion
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| Think about it after, now I’m sure that’s that
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| Blend right into your environment
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| Rock, paper, scissors with the iron fist
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| It’s my choice how you gon' be dying kid
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| And you know you gone be draped in black, what’s up?
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| Nothin' Pretty’s my attitude when I walk
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| 'Cause I don’t do dirt, got goons that’ll splatter you in the court
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| Shatter you from a thought, took sabbaticals from the sport
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| Came back like the same crack you blaze with your favorite torch
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| Jump on your neighbor’s porch
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| The razor brought cut a racist a couple places
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| His face is gonna morph, check it
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| I got a reason to believe you single handedly a snitch
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| And you got surveillance cameras in the whip
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| You’ll never plead or challenge with the fifth
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| You’re unbalanced and it’s sick
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| Can’t be valid and a snitch
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| Got the talent and the gift to do damage to the strip
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| Play fly with ya limp, blacks talons in ya hip, pimp
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| Ya right hands a crab, he fucked you like fefe’s
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| Bagged you like chi’s chi’s, stab them off GP
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| DTs at ya crib and strong time builders
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| Rang ya bell, good job, that’s Long John Silver’s, nigga
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| Fuck all them filters, we animals without the flash
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| Pull the can out the car like we running out of gas
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| Pit stop in Pittsburgh, no blick, brung cautio
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| Springfield destination, only here for gun auctions
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| Spun off it, two big for one coffin
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| Deaded one plug and I’m heavy as Pun off it
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| A loudmouth silence is fatal
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| But I rather wait on checks than trial or a table
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| You a lion I’m the science to tame you
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| Another page out my jungle book
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| You’d think I was designing a fable
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| It’s the king with the Mag Mob sign on the label
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| I don’t have to get the strap, brought mine to the table
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| I generate with degenerates a little bit
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| So it’s rigorous, rip a ligament, reconsider it
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| Mix a lil ignorance with everything significant
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| King Magnetic: definition of belligerent |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Belligerent , by - King Magnetic. Song from the album Belligerent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп