| Play Your Position
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| All of that
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| Family Tree
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| Merky ACE
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| FT
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| Kick off your door for the food and Ps
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| It gets real or ah nuh movie
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| Stick up in your mouth, don’t wanna hear squeaks
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| Better bring it on down before it gets peak
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| Just cause you see me lift up the rave
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| Don’t think I don’t get it in on street
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| Yeah, I might get reloads on beat
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| But test my team and I will split your beak
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| I’ll rise the machine
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| Lift man into next week
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| Drive past feds in a shirt
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| So the boydem think I’m a neek
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| Bet you any money that it’s gonna be dirt
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| When anyone says FT
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| I glide in and out
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| Blazing my way
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| Big man so I don’t wear briefs
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| Got it on lock from Park to Blackheath
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| A snitch nigga
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| That’s the shit I don’t like just like Chief Keef
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| But it’s Family Tree, not GBE
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| You can’t test I, you can’t test T
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| You can’t test M, Shifman or E
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| Get left rotting while you’re six foot deep
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| Counting sheep
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| fuck A&E
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| Three in your dome, they’re scared of the scene
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| Wake up next day like it’s a dream
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| With a bad bitch that helps me get cream
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| Put dick on her lips just like Vaseline
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| Then splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat
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| I said splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat
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| This tune is a madness
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| Bipolar
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| So I had to grab one straight from the folder
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| Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
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| Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
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| If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
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| Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
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| Me on the tune, it’s overly over
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| This tune is a madness
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| Bipolar
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| So I had to grab one straight from the folder
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| Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
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| Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
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| If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
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| Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
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| Me on the tune, it’s overly over
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| Raising hell when the whole crew with me
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| Whole team on shit when it gets misty
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| Moving paro and ting, their foreheads sweaty
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| Like say they’ve been playing with Whitney
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| Man can’t eff with the team that’s with me
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| One phone call gets you and your whole team
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| Wrapped up in linos real quickly
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| Deep out here on these roads, don’t slip, G
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| Roadman ting, I don’t war with pickneys
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| I don’t care what you’re pushing round here
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| Cuh it’s scrapyard metal when I’m mashing up shit, G
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| Total mess, it’s ending sickly
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| Over-stressed, you’re overly pissed
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| If I roll up and empty out this clip, G
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| You know the rest, you know how it usually goes down
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| Ends with somebody pinched, G
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| Feet up, chilling
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| I be in studio chilling with Faze, we’re overly grinning
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| My whole team’s hard, straight from the big strap
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| Down to the bars, it’s cold, my darg
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| Yeah, so much power sitting right in my palm
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| Throwaway bars all over the gaffe
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| Have to spray a hard sixteen and eight
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| And I’ll have my timeline overly gassed
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| Aim and bang all over the place
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| Watch any DJ just wheel it back
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| I’m speaking facts, keeping it grimy
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| You can ask anyone real as Jack
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| I ain’t scared of no likkle war
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| If I you’d be holding your jaw
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| I ain’t tryna wife what bare man done rinsed
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| but I don’t want no likkle sore
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| This tune is a madness
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| Bipolar
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| So I had to grab one straight from the folder
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| Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
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| Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
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| If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
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| Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
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| Me on the tune, it’s overly over
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| This tune is a madness
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| Bipolar
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| So I had to grab one straight from the folder
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| Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
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| Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
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| If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
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| Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
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| Me on the tune, it’s overly over |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Madness , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album Play Your Position, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп