| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocas—
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| I’m a leopard with leper skin, (factual?) that’s steppin' in
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| I guess they went from mulberry to strawberry
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| That will show 'em how to use the (?) cock the pen
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| Pronounce syllables with oxygen
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| Put laundry on Marie Osmond, watch me bring profits in
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| Accountant act will come out your esophagus
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| I can see your wordplay close up like binoculars
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| Show 'em (?) red wine, go with fish eggs and octopus
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| I’m a mafia boss, twin brother of Rick Ross
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| 'Til Maybach pull up, I’m givin' out jobs off the books
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| The see through Bugatti make Danny Green wanna look
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| You rollin' windows up manual, let me show 'em buttons I push like polygram and
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| Def Jam
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| The iron fist I bought from Iron Man on my left hand
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| Tuxedo made by Vince Camuto
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| I’m ready to ballroom dance, put Janet somewhere where she won’t panic
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| Virgins come up first class on Atlantic
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| Many hopped on Wingo, the Bentley Coupe got me writin' romantic
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| I’m hyped with nannies, Vanessa Williams in panties
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| All B-U-S to try an extreme from Sammy’s
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| Steroid taker with the leather mask… With Maxine
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocas…
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| Yeah
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| The bushmaster, we shush disaster like kush and shastas
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| Unlimited rounds, demented with imminent sounds
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| The master’s pound is senator-bound
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| Pretended the crown of a clown with a pen is profound
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| Walk in the room; |
| Boom! |
| Turn the ish to a tomb
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| Poisonous fumes consume a toy’s voice 'n' his tunes
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| We sicknesses fake Adidas spitter we slick it in wigs
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| Ridiculous, he split, it’s a mystery hit
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| Ominous looks, terrorize a con and his crooks
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| The dominant don, prominent for (?) with his (jukes?)
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| Nothin' common; |
| it’s anonymous
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| Designin' this nine 'n' it hit ya monitors with timin' that’ll ponder your mind
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| Remindin' ya spine we tapped it, smacked it around
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| Like Monica with kanaka shots definin' the crime
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| I’m the incredible gamma man, roll in the AM van
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| Eternally fresh, leave ya soul for the ambulance
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| The day to smash a black-as-Madagascar
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| As a matter for rappers; |
| the rash is a graphic disaster
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| The path of the blast is nasty when slackers are splattered
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| And they silly chatter shattered, like a stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocaster
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| Stratocas… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stratocaster , by - Godfather Don. Song from the album Feature Magnetic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп