| Back With A vegence minus the
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| Big pendants till the think my head
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| Big but I got the same coat affendants
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| And rap is like tennis (why) a bunch
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| A back and forth my ratchets my racket
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| That’ll back em off, off with a hater
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| Head bury em still breathin six feet
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| In his own burough for no reason now
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| That is freezing I figured I’d put the
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| Coupes up get two trucks with smokey gray and
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| Blue guts a few bucks to get you but juice up
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| Or ride around with the roof up cause if not
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| They snatch you right outta there marks on
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| Ya outer layer I’ll lay ya down plus I’m
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| Bout it player I get were I’m goin without
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| A favor without politics tricks a feed pass
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| I need cash with seats fast with me I gotta
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| Eat I am a don with my feat I don’t know what
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| Song it is but I have always liked the beat
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| So therfore it’s mine or eat, eat my lamborghini
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| Dust niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can
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| Trust till it’s a slammer in them cuffs
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| I am legend I make mixtape heaven ya peasent
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| You don’t wanna be the 187 ya done I break bread into
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| Some so in the winter I come the swith siders won’t work
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| I tell em get em from them your never sick of this
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| Your related christmas gift the hating don’t get the
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| Chris paper won’t get you this my balance is rediculous
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| These old niggas frivolous you can’t be serious they all
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| On they periods might as well make them bleed all over
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| They tight clothing I pop shit metal despite logan a whole
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| Lyric explosin they can play the club all the time nobody
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| Knows him but me on the other hand 3 to 7 lawsuits are open I’m
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| Smoking nigga New York city ain’t joking my flow
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| Poten stronger then a pure block warlock attitude like
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| I’m the one your not 1964 drop 1982 boy 2009 style you
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| Outta the blind now well the best what over my gold casket
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| Fatherless child bastard if there is a requirment test
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| Then I’ve past it with flying colors flying spurring damn near
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| All rim no rubber I’m in take cover I been where many won’t go
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| You won’t blow tour the world and going back also middle
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| Finger popo they punks behind a badge watch ya back don’t
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| Eat cheese chunks I’m not a rat keep pumps and nines packed
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| Or get line backed flat line, line em up we balling in diamond
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| Up I’m all in and out a slut nigga get your dollars up ya proud
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| Of what nigga ya pouted up! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am Legend , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Pow Radio Pt. 10: Drug Users Handbook, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп