| I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
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| All this cocaine got me actin' white
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| You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I’m a legend
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| You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
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| She say I got a vanilla aftertaste
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| Cut his face, let him use his blood for his aftershave
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| Harrell Park, it ain’t nothin' like South Park
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| Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart, damn
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| Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze (Smoke)
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| Got them extra extendos, call them Eazy-Es
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| Uzis, .223's, TEC’s, semi-automatic, reflex
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| Bullet ain’t got no name, but these no-names ain’t got no respect
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| Put some respect on my name, don’t know where I got that from
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| Mad scientist in this bitch, don’t even know what I’m mad for, woo
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| 'Cause it’s hard to ignore the bullshit when it can’t flush, woo
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| Tryna dodge and duck, but you can’t duck, nigga, blaow
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| Stunt, stunt, real deal
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| Had the MAC-11, real, real
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to line 'em up, yeah, line 'em up
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| You niggas quack me up, bah, Daffy, Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah)
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| Stunt, stunt, real deal
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| Had the MAC-11, real, real
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to line 'em up, I’ma nine 'em up
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| These niggas quack me up, brrah, better Donald Duck
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| Gas 'em up, I’ma fire 'em up, yeah
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| Pack 'em up, I’ma pile 'em up, yeah
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| Line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up, yeah
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| Line 'em up, I’m anonymous
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| Leave out this bitch, comin' back with the dawgs
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| I’m comin' back with the dawgs
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| Go at my neck, I’m comin' back at your skull (Gone)
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| I’m comin' back with her drawers
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| Come back with the bag, the package and all, yeah
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| I put the stash in the wall
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| Thirty round dick, I’m jackin' it off, yeah
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| 'Til ain’t no more jacks in the cards
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| Aces and kings, blackest of hearts, yeah
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| I played the hands I was taught
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| Family man, your family involved, damn
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| Family tree, branches gon' fall
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| Actin' an ass, no actin' at all, no
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| All of the cameras is off
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| You fucked up the deal, look back at the mall, huh
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| We dunk on 'em, back in the form
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| I had a Benz when you had a bike, uh
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| All this cocaine got me actin' white
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| Ask Jada Pinkett, I’m a legend
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| You could ask Chrissy Teigen, ask John Legend
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| Stunt, stunt, real deal
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| Had the MAC-11, real, real
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to send your ass the real deal
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| Had to line 'em up, yeah, sign 'em up
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| These niggas quack me up (Quack me up), better Donald Duck (Yeah, yeah)
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| Line 'em up, sign 'em up
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| I’ma grind 'em up, I’ma fire 'em up
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| Smoke, smoke (Gas 'em up), smoke, smoke (Pile 'em up)
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| Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
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| Huh, huh, line 'em up, huh, blaow
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| Smokin' Donald Duck
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| I see you backin' up
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| You better Donald Duck
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| You niggas crack me up
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| You better Donald Duck, blaow, blaow
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| Line 'em up, grrt
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| You better Donald Duck, yeah
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| Gas 'em up, and I’ma fire 'em up, yeah
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| Pack 'em up, and I’ma pile 'em up, smoke
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| Funeral |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Line Em Up, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Funeral, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп