| Heard if you jerk off too much you probably go blind nigga
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| It’s probably why I don’t see you niggas
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| Tan Tims, construct joints
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| Caught 'em up at Hunts Point
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| Starting speaking Mandarin, fly when he scrambling
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| Always caught gambling, big bricks he handling
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| Started talking about all the coke and the heron
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| I pulled into Exxon, put my bitch Deb on
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| Course she caught the weapon, the female you slept on
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| And I don’t trust homes as far as I can throw him though
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| Laughing and I’m joking but I’m acting like I know him though
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| He bust a key open and sniffed an eighth in front of me
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| I ain’t give a fuck as long as he didn’t try to fron on me
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| Goose bumps flowing from the alcohol consumption
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| We on the block working still pumping open junction
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| Frequently I met with his crew shit secretly
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| Plottin' 'cause they hate him
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| It’s cool if they eat with me
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| Plus they heard about my style
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| They don’t want beef with me
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| Mafioso so they know I got the heat with me
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| Mafioso so they know I got the street with me
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| Mob niggas eat with me, pretty bitches sleep with me
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| Rough life but steet dons living easily
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| Mafioso so nigga you supposed to pay
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| Mafioso so nigga we supposed to spray
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| You ain’t got money, see us, you can hold some yay
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| But you can never sleep
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| Nigga it’s forever beef
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| Brought 'em to the meat store
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| Chopped it with the ham hocks
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| Then we sent the fingers to his man and his mom’s spot
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| Do 'em with the cow meat, said a prayer over him
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| Now they he halal meat, mince meat, foul feet
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| Do the rest to his body in Jers in Secaucus, Queens
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| Boulevard, the meeting, diner met in Georgia
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| Hit the city with the Taurus, we heard they looking for us
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| Them niggas know my math ain’t a damn so call us
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| But we ready for war so hit 'em in the torso
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| Hittin' bosses, lieutenants and soldiers also
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| This is the Latin black Costra Nostra
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| Hit ya with the coacha coacha
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| Testarosa wanted poster, hood-style roller coaster
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| Still I hit the roach I hold the toaster with the holster
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| Hey yo we smoke quarters
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| Fuck with some hoes, sly record 'em
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| We snatch 'em up, gut 'em and throw 'em back in the water
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| Eating only pasta kids
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| Mobster kids running Red Lobster shit
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| Yoke you from your dreads twist a rasta spliff
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| Hussein Bolt with a coat
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| Adidas on sweats sitting up in a boat
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| Lit it throat, my ninja’s blood thirsty they won’t
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| Be 'round you circle niggas that poke
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| Drop the coke
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| Cartels maxing in Gazelles eating scallions
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| eat chow with Italians, more Valiums
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| Paying judge’s Las Vegas mug shot
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| This is the rug spot lift and whiff you
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| Rinse and rip you
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| I’m at the table, eat your lentils |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lion, artist - N.O.R.E.. Album song NOREASTER, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп