| I’m a little schitzo, born in San Francisco
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| Grew up in Seattle, taught me never tattle
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| Body full of tattoos, all I hear is bad news
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| Baby I could bag you, red bottoms like baboons
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| Suck me off like vacuums, fucking in the bathroom
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| There’s junkies in the back room copping smack from masked dudes
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| I’m back to selling dope just for fun, but I ain’t have to
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| Nigga I’m the don I’m responsible for half you
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| Whole you, old you, I don’t even know you
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| You just started rapping, I still thought you worked at Whole Foods
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| Last time I saw you, you was bagging up some tofu
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| Now you on that coke too I did that back in '02
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| I’m so on a roll
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| I am so corrupt, I be gassing on E, got no fuel
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| Why they passing on me? |
| Got no clue
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| Probably cuz I’m a psycho with no cool
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| I’m Prometheus on promethazine
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| And some mescaline but I’m dressed clean
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| In a wrestling ring I address the team
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| I’m the highest in the building and dressed like Sting
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| And my burner’s so big it distressed my jeans
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| I be moving like Malcolm, by any means
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| Let me know you need dope, coke or any beans
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| Codeine, smoke green, anyting
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| Coke, Dope, anyting
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| Weed smoke, anyting
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| Codeine, Oxys, Ebo, anyting
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| Pussy, anyting
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| C notes, anyting
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| I can put a hundred rounds in your pea coat
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| I’m probably frontin' for nothing, I put them paws on your cousin
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| I put the rise on our blunts and one hit could cause a concussion
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| They say I cause a disruption, I’m usually banned from the function
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| For contraband or corruption my pineal gland I be clutchin'
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| We either family or nothing and we a family of gluttons
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| They call me Benjamin Buttons, I keep my benjies in buckets
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| I keep my hand on a musket these bitches not to be trusted
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| These niggas not to be trusted these police not to be trusted
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| No, please don’t trust me, I’m disgusting
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| Every bitch I meet is burnt out or busted
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| Let me know when you catch up to mustard
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| Fuck your bitch for an hour now I’m hungry
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| Fuck your bitch for an hour now I love her
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| Drop the bitch from a tower to make her suffer
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| I make you suffer
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| I leave scars on a nigga like Mufasa but I’m his brother
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| And I’m off a ayahuasca, probly watcha, Inuyasha
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| At mi casa, home a faster, I’m Maurice from, Little Monsters
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| Coke, Dope, anyting
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| Weed smoke, anyting
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| Codeine, Oxys, Ebo, anyting
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| Pussy, anyting
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| C notes, anyting
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| I can put a hundred rounds in your pea coat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anyting , by - Nacho Picasso. Song from the album Antihero, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп