| Yo, live from PHI
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| We brung the loudest guns
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| Representing bad lands to the fullest
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| Rappin' bullets
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| Stack the hundreds the cash keep coming
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| Two track to track on that crack be dumbing
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| Getting goofy on the loose leaf
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| Two-seater with garcia call that the two piece
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| Kool G rap mode road to riches and
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| I bet when I get there it explode to smithereens
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| Rains great being make her dread scream
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| It’s a lap dance shit so hot you feel it in your dreams
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| Where’s my weed? |
| I left it on the counter
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| Now it’s gone got me drawn over stolen marijuana
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| Throw my arms in the air
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| Room like up like a flare
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| G-Code rules apply, shit don’t fly around here
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| Cause we still we take it in your face
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| Brand new zozo make me break it out the case
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| I’m on the block where the money at
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| I just copped a key from a dummy stack
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| I’m running though the D’s like a quarterback
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| I’m sniffing a half a yack and now It’s like I’m on set
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| This where the casket at the streets I mastered at
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| Everybody rap where the talent at
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| Church-goin' niggas where the balance at
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| Cause everything I talk is all facts
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| All the Linken parks empty when I conquer a nigga
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| God delivers a spin a rhythim make a strong shiver
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| From the land of the killers I’m iller
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| Expand selling coke on Instagram and in Houston
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| Gram in the center’s staff battle my demons
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| And demonize the souls echos for four seasons
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| Still leave you bleedin' my nigga give me a reason
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| They are all authorities with mass murders agreements
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| The Brownsville bully, the bully from Brownsville
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| I take lunch money when fakin' the front, dummy
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| Hand fiends the work
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| Plus a thug never played tambourine in church
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| Thugs at my side and came to win
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| I put blood in your eyes like many men
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| Popular demand from the man I’m dropping ya
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| Understand my underhanded ways they poppin' ya
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| Shit, pot to piss in
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| I piss in the pot then I watch you sip shit
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| The hawk like an addiction
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| That’s why he might walk like an Egyptian
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| My intent is evil
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| Evil intent dude got bent your people
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| Too tough nigga you do what
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| Rough cut your crew, your crew got a crew cut |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.Q.P., artist - Moss. Album song Marching to the Sound of My Own Drum, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп