| I’m a hell of a man, he a shell of a man
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| I rock the old Miami Hurricane pelican hat
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| I got some bougie-ass dope in a elegant trap
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| These niggas moody-ass marks with irrelevant raps
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| Give me space, damn, Space Jams, 11, all-black
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| Still we don’t feed him, size 11's on Shaq, mack
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| If you think he «the Dude», then I’m Devin on crack
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| Fact: if you think she your boo, you should check out my Snapchat
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| Black Narcissus, idol like Billy
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| Nothin’s free but the willy, ghostwriter like Gillie
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| White bitch named Sally make a nigga act silly
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| Got some big-ass titties like she Jennifer Tilly
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| The Bride of Chucky got high and fucked me
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| You ain’t read my rights while you’re trying to cuff me
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| Nacho flow so dope, label trying to hustle
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| Crying for her daddy 'til her eyes got puffy
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| First heard this shit and it sound like the intro
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| First hit the chick, she was bound to be nympho
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| First plead the fifth, don’t get found givin' info
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| Kinfolk in my town hella simple but my town hella sinful
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| Ya’ll softer than sorbet and Prada
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| Your baby-mama pussy, carne esada
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| Erik Estrada, for them chips, go «Blocka! |
| Blocka!»
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| Spray your block up like Binaca, tuck your cock up, you’re Bianca
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| You’re probably in the bathroom getting ready to Rihanna
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| Nigga, I’m the king, they just Toddlers In Tiaras
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| I keep a four-five and a Q.P. |
| at Kiara’s
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| I keep a couple rounds, couple pounds at Tamara’s
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| We live today like there’s no more tomorrows
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| Not black-and-white, boy, I dream de colores
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| I keep a bass, snatch your shit, word to Boris
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| Bubba Kush back to back, word to Forrest
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| Now my life is like a box of chocolates
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| I used to stuff my socks with rocks in lockets
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| Hidin' crack in my sis' Polly Pockets
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| Pocket-rockets, better stop it, bitch, I’m Spacely Sprockets |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sounds Like the Intro, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song High & Mighty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп