| Nigga got beef, I fuck with ya
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Talk shit, get stuck where the flowers rise
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| Underground ass niggas, pussy in ya face
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| Put no albums out, but you got twelve mixtapes
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| Can’t get beats, cause producers won’t fuck with ya
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| Say you killin' people in ya rhymes you a stunt double
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| Livin with cha partners, talk, not even sellin (uh)
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| You was an old Pepsi can, wouldn’t even sell Coke
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| I’m burnin' all rivals
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| I’m a survivor
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| Not promoting bullshit, I’m just keepin it honest
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| And to all the kids, you don’t gotta sell drugs
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| Being a thug is a fashion
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| That’s why I stay laughin'
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| You get in too deep, you’ll find out what happens
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| I know a couple people dead, but I’m a keep it rappin'…
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| Keep my head to the sky, ex-out distractions
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| That’s him with the mac on 'em
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| Flag, taught me
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| Things I couldn’t learn from subtraction
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| I’m only addin' like the boy that took the Al out of Aladdin
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| I’m so lonely on this pony
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| Riding over the sunlight, ah
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| Way past your head, I’m…
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| I go to sleep where ya brunch at
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| I don’t be playin' with some cats
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| Life choices so critical;
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| One step you’re here, the next one, you be invisible
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| Its our war (I was born into a war)
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| I’m livin on the other side of magic mountain
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| I’m loving every body, and I’m a keep it comin
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| Stay with me, that mac 50
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| Man I stay blunted
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| I got love in my heart, way before the money
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| So when I open up my heart, it start floatin to me
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| (Humming) buh duh duhh duh-duh duhhhh… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flowers Rise , by - Lil B. Song from the album Gods Father, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп