| Tommy Chrome
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| Oh this Domain Pain
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| So elegant
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| Owww
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| Gotta love this smooth shit man
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| It’s ya boy Biggavel', yeah
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| I told them bitches, «Come and see me»
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| They be actin' like it ain’t nuttin', I know them niggaz need me
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| I was givin' 'em the loot, but them niggaz done blew it
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| I was worried 'bout movin' coca than steady selling units
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| I was runnin' through the streets
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| Steady runnin' through bitches like I was water
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| Hit up them, 60 for a quarter
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| Had the nigga coppin' bags, fuckin' up all the scratch
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| I’m a dump him off that Mac, I’ll dump him off and pack
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| I’m a dump it any nigga thinkin' he a thug
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| Spend most of my nights drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout the drugs
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| That my momma used to smoke, yo' mommy smked it too
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| Suckin' dick for a couple dollars, I bet she liked to swalla
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| That shit makes me wanna holla, now I’m poppin' my collar
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| I don’t know what you heard, but Biggaveli 'bout a dollar
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| You niggaz ain’t got a clue
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| Silver Surfer coming and you ain’t even gotta move
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| Baby just cruise
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| Everybody knows my claim to fame
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| (Everybody knows my claim to fame)
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| Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game
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| (Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game)
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| Everybody knows these niggaz is lip sing-in'
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| Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game
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| I done steady talk and I stroll, all this Sour D is starting to take a toll
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| Nigga I’ll take ya hoes right from under you
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| Nigga they don’t want you, I’m a come confront you
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| Both 50's of Sour and a Von though
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| Put it ya pawn though
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| I’m waterproof like the Columbian poncho, the head honcho
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| Baby I’m the Boss Don, come slores
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| Stuntin' through the NY, frontin' all kinda whores
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| Rolly rocky like dinosaur, Jurassic
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| Errthing I hop on is a classic, know he love them glasses
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| Know he love them asses, baby get your pussy up
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| Smelling kinda funny, had to dushy up
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| Toughest niggaz envy, couldn’t push me up
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| I don’t need you fools, cocksucka got stingier
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| Copped a AM B, cause I’m frizzier
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| Don’t say shit to me, I ain’t playin' trick
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| Hit ya with' the caine shit, look at how he play with' it
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| Oww
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| Everybody knows my claim to fame
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| (Everybody knows my claim to fame)
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| Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game
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| (Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game)
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| Everybody knows these niggaz is lip sing-in'
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| Bet you thought I wouldn’t come in and change the game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lip Singin , by - Max B. Song from the album On Demand: Max Payne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп