| Live colossal, hollows will make you sing the gospel
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| Hostile with any fossil who think they stopping my rise slow
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| Live life apostle, twistin' pasta in Ferragamo
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| Gamma ray radiating, my rage inflated as Pacs was
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| The flaming gospel, gotchu, snatch the lame out you
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| Brain on the A-train, my nuts banging her tonsils
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| And i could give a fuck if she militant
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| A 9 to 5 bitch, or a hoodrat ho who don’t give a shit
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| Hopped out, R. Kelly goggles on from 96'
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| Real grimy nigga, but he still tote a shiny grip
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| Every 6 months, that nigga Johnny in Dubai and shit
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| Better than these niggas and it’s obvious
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| Niggas throwing shots but I ain’t ducking em cuz eX don’t duck shit
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| When I see em, Imma snuff every effin one of them
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| Effortless flow, niggas tried and make me kind and shit
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| But I like violence I like wildin' nigga that’s my kind of shit
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| Dollars spent like an economist on Wali moccasins, Versace hour like Big Poppa
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| on a yacht inside of it
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| Time is it, jump inside me dick until your mind repent for thinking that these
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| wild vagina kids could ever rhyme with him
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| Flow is tight as rusty plier grips
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| A time bomb ticking bout to blow, like invader zim
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| Fuck this whole shit up, fuck this whole system
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| Youse an asshole a mental midget, i should uppercut your scrawny ass right
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| through the ceiling, nigga
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| No, I don’t feel these niggas, yup imma kill these niggas
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| Understand the truth, there can never be no split decisions, ho
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| So when you think about the best you say me
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| (Win a grammy, give a speech with a razor tucked in my cheeks)
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| Hold guns and terrorize, cock back and sterilize
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| Flip, making cheddar rise, pitch living better lives
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| Snitch then we sever ties, I don’t respect that
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| Queens in my bloodstream, word to my Mets hat
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| Silk over shoulders cashmere coats, we fresh black (we been fresh)
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| I been totin' niggas, fall back and move graciously
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| Fuck being stuck in a box, I think spaciously (I'm gliding)
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| Cartier, cocaine, cardiology
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| I ain’t gone chill if there’s beef, you gotta body me (kill me nigga)
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| Cherry red beamer, fried shrimp from El Tina
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| Official with them buster niggas, wish I was their leader (uh)
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| But I could never fuck with an imposter
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| I’d rather play alone than have broke niggas on my roster
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| Dolo doing donuts in the star playing Who Shot Ya (Biggie!)
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| My niggas moving crazy flour, your little chain look like you stole it at a
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| baby shower
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| And your shawty think I’m super cool, she wasn’t shit I sent that bitch home in
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| an uber pool
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| She made seventeen and a half stops, she lives 3.6 miles away and it took her
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| 14 hours. |
| Fuck that bitch. |
| (laughter) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bebop and Rocksteady , by - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Song from the album Brainiac, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп