| «You don’t know nothing do you?
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| That’s the beauty of gold
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| It never tarnishes
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| Lasts forever, too
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| You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it
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| But it’s always the same gold
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| It was here long before we were and it’ll be here a long time after we’re gone
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| I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that’s just in this one piece»
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| If you cry under fire then you wasn’t built for war
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| If a pimp take you girl then your girl was never yours
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| Mental kickboxer, still test jaws
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| I’m Grandmaster, Grimm Reaper
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| Feds snooping at door like Mr. Roper
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| Monitored cause talented like Mr. Ripley
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| State frustrated, hated, can’t get me
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| The Gingerbread Man but for short call me Gingy
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| Suicidal, jump right in a glass of milk
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| I’m made of dough so watch a nigga swell
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| I could never fall apart cause mad is the flow
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| You could never ever take my crown, I’ll kill you at a show
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| Hit stars with guns, make 'em see stars
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| Hit cops with dum-dums, trying to be smart
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| Gotta lay him down, didn’t know he was a narc
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| Gingerbread man but I have a stone heart
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| Payback extortion from fraternal order
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| Informant sent letter to D.A. |
| with tracing paper
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| With invisible ink, trapped in magic library
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| I wanna scream but it’s a secret indictment
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| Judge whistle Dixie from excitement
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| The law is a lefty, so where the rights went?
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| Pain on display for world like David Blaine
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| True crime stories but they think I entertain
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money, I want the money, I want the money
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| Are you down with so and so?
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| What’s your gimmick?
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| Nothing, my life is lyrics so I spit it
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| When murder is something that you become accustomed to
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| Taking a life just don’t fuck with you
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| House niggas faceless, buried in field of potters
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| Field niggas found shelter, now squatters
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| If eyes are the window to soul, then why am I squinting?
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| My face is on the money that I’m printing, strike a pose
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| Wanna take life, strike my foes
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| I rolled through Hell and it froze
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| My halo got burnt but it still glows
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| I’m not on my feet but I stay on my toes
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| If we ain’t cool then that’s the way it goes
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| Forget all the kid shit fucking with a grown man
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| Niggas running around fantasizing like they’re Peter Pan
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| Your life’s a scam and I’mma fuck it up like Neverland
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money fuck the fame
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream
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| I want the money, I want the money, I want the money
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| All that other shit is overrated
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| I want the money
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| Cash
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| «I don’t know what this stuff is anymore
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| God’s gold, our gold, fool’s gold
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| What we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best»
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| «What about trading the gold to 'em for our safety?»
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| «They'd kill us anyway
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| I would if I was them
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| Truth is Vince I don’t see any way we’re gonna get out of here quiet»
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| A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream, cream cream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fame , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album The Hunt for the Gingerbread Man, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп