| Pass me a cup, I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Pass me a cup, I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Somebody tell me where da weed at
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| Then I get some feedback
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| I’m goin' through some chemical reactions like I need that
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| If it ain’t a cigarillo pimp I break da bong out
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| It’s Mr. 420 himself, I’m smokin' Cheech N Chong out
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| A quarter P of purrp, sold a bag of two crystal white
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| Blow my brain away on hay, I’m feelin' cool as Lipton Ice
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| Pour up the Patrón pimpin' everthing I sip is white
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| Somethin' 'bout that alcohol, it go good with that Kryptonite
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| If you wanna …
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| Every song is soundin' super fire
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| Makin’me leanin' right
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| Cause when I know I’m super throwed
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| My timin' is super slow
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| Ridin' in a Maserati
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| Switching gear to cruise control
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| I got flavors, take a look:
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| White willow, blue berry kush
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| I (?) chocolate (?) right off the bush
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| My mind is propellin'
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| I feel like I need Excedrin
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| But fuck over-the-counter stuff
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| I just go get my medicine, smoke one
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| Pass me a cup, I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Pass me a cup, I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| When I grab the pad and pencil, oh it’s so essential
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| That the Scarecrow show you bitch ass niggas
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| My credentials
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| Phrases and these metaphors, I use 'em as utensils
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| Like a butcher knife, I carve in corpses my initials
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| Like I said before, a nigga life ain’t worth a nickle
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| Sicker than them niggas with the celt they call sickle
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| Toss you in the pond and hit the num-num water ripple
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| Only way you walkin' out this bitch is dead or crippled
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| When I walk into the room it’s cold and hard nipples
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| Wicked shit is complicated, you niggas too simple
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| Bullets and uranium, so many nuclear missiles
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| Comin' like Al Qaida so put up your little pistols
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| Paranoid as hell, I been up days on this crystal
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| Pop you like a pimple through the middle with the sickle
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| When a nigga talkin' shit the Lord is gettin' tickled
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| So far I ain’t found me an opponent that’s formidable
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| (Nigga) Pass me a cup
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| I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Pass me a cup
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| I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| See I been sippin' on Patróne
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| And now I’m startin' to feel real loose
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| Everybody in this club around me
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| Start to look like fools
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| Who the fuck you think is this?
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| I been smokin' on this shit
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| I (?) the blunt of kush and lit it
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| Then I passed it to my bitch
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| Shit I stay smokin' good
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| Cause I’m straight up out the hood
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| It’s too fire for a (?)
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| Gram of that OG and I roll it good
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| Pass me the cup
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| I need Patróne with my weed smoke
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| First inhale, then exhale
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| If you choke that’s good dope
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| (Nigga) Pass me a cup
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| I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Pass me a cup
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| I need Patrón with this weed smoke
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin'
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| Don’t stop, keep it comin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Stop, artist - Lord Infamous. Album song Futuristic Bounty Hunter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп