| Don’t nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man. |
| We tryna here
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| some of that, that «Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,»
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| and you know what I’m saying? |
| I’m tryna get that in my life.
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| Gemini
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| Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my shit (that's my shit)
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| Oh, juice (wet), three-piece, crisp (damn)
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| Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
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| Curry, wavy, my undertow’s a bitch
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| Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
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| Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
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| I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
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| They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who's he?)
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| She may be vanilla cream, baby her butt big
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| They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do? Yes they do)
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| My momma don’t like it when I be cussin' (She don’t)
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| But fuck these motherfuckers, momma, I don’t trust them (fuck 'em)
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| It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
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| In the pocket, like I’m Russel, man I hustle, watch me move
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| In the summer watch me fuck around, I’m 'bout to drop the roof
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| She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute,
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| play the flute
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| They hating on a player
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| Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
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| Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
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| Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ay little mama, aqui
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| Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
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| On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
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| On my B-I-E 'til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
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| You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat (No!)
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| Unbutton that motherfucker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
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| Who’s that peeking in my window?, Cee-Lo
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| I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that Teamo (What?)
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| Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino, gelato
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| In a grotto out in Cabo, amateurs so apollo
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| Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5−0
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| I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
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| But it ain’t about to rain on me
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| Tryna sing up in this bitch, but I ain’t on key
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| Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
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| Feeling like John Havlicek, check, with these eight gold rings
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| Play the flute
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| They hating on a player
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| Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
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| Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
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| Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
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| Ah-choo, God bless you, ay |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How to Play the Flute , by - Macklemore. Song from the album GEMINI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп