| Tatoos on her ass
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| Take one
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| Dame Grease, we got 'em baby
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| Got these niggaz
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| Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac
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| You know it’s Vigilante Season man
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| Fuck this shit
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| So I’ll just give you that wave
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| Shout to the Four Horsemen
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| Let’s get 'em, uh
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| Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
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| (Too advanced)
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| How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
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| (Fuck you do that, fucked up now)
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| When my songs come on, they do the dance
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| (Do the dance)
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| Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
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| Yeah
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| The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up
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| The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up
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| Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums
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| My DVDs be in the slums
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| Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak
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| You bitch niggaz couldn’t see me like cheap seats
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| Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps
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| Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left
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| Stop it son you not the shit, I’ll pop a clip
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| Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit
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| What the fuck is that, that’s some homo shit
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| I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit
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| That ain’t even one third of the wave, I possess the fury
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| Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry
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| Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I’m a nuke myself
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| Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself
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| Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me
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| They gon' find ya like Pimp C
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| I don’t give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be
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| Nigga your only 23
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| Owww
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| Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
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| (Coupe is black)
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| And I’m never too old, we movin' the cash
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| Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
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| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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| Nigga I ain’t trippin' off this shit
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| I’m a tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)
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| Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty
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| The 2010 Biggie
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| Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru
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| Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave
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| More fiend, that’s that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship
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| Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts
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| Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar
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| Pay for your funeral on my debit card
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| Cop a pine box, you don’t want that, baby
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| Niggaz on my dick, screamin' «Wavy»
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| Try to do a splash, now cyclones
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| They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E’s got you hyper
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| Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set
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| They make me wanna squirt the Tech
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| Owww
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| Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks
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| (Doin' tracks)
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| She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash
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| She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that
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| (What type fruits is that)
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| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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| Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced
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| (Too advanced)
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| How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands
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| (Fuck you do that)
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| When my songs come on, they do the dance
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| (Do the dance)
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| Bitches tattoo my name on they ass
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| Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black
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| (Coupe is black)
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| And I’m never too old, we movin' the cash
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| Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that
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| She wanna tattoo my name on her ass
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| Freaky bitch, yeah
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| Need a nice outro for this one
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| Ain’t gotta say much
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| Vigilante Season, ya know
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| Boss Don Biggavel'
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| Dame Grease
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| Four Horsemen baby, yeah
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| Got bottles of that Grand Cru
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| Ya know the industry, comin' for my head
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| All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy
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| Let’s let the music speak for itself, ya know
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| Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game
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| Poppin' them percs, shrooms
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| Fuck with' ya boy bitch
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| The Boss Don, oww
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| Gotta love it
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| Gain Greene, yeah
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| That’s it, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tattoos on Her Ass , by - Max B. Song from the album Library of a Legend, Vol. 13, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп