| Ah, wah
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| Mmh, ah
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| Ah, wah
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| DTB on the beat, that’s bro
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| And I still ain’t never heard of what you claimin', nigga
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| Lil' richer, but I’m still gon' be the same nigga
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| Neffy always with a heifer like I’m Rocko
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| I’ma drop four and knock the shell off your taco
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| Whole body inked up like a vato
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| Give a fuck about a bitch 'cause we pop hoes
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| Every day I’m in these streets like a pothole
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| All sticks, I can’t tell you what the stock hold
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| Your baby mama suckin' dick 'til she snot-nosed
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| My dogs barking, I’m rocking Givenchy slip-ons
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| I’m the type to squeeze a Glock 'til the clip gone
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| And you the type to go on dates and take the bitch home
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| I’m the type to bring some nigga mom home
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| Get smacked if your ass acting macho
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| 5'7″, leave a tall nigga 5'4″
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| In the field choppin' shit like a lawnmower
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| Ever since I got that check, I got a lot of bling
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| Blue cheese, I think I’m Buffalo Wild Wings
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| Dirty boy, all this damn mud got me drowning
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| How you your brother’s keeper but you need no rounding
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| It’s fifty on the Glock, I let that bitch do announcement
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| Me and Lul G out the P, sippin' ounces
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| Money counter, I don’t need no fuckin' accountant
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| Niggas swear they ballin' like they Baby, bitch, I doubt it
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| Fifty bands, all hundreds, I be counting
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| On my neck, diamonds wetter than a fountain
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| I be deep in your bitch, pussy drowning
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| While you at the house with the kids, frowning
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| In the trap with them packs, ain’t no lounging
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| Might not never got to college, but my child is
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| Real rap, I’ll never do a challenge
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| And your nigga the definition of what a clown is
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| Baby, you should put that nigga in a circus
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| Chop clap like a fat bitch twerkin'
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| Ah, bitch, I’m good, call me Charles
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| I don’t lie, I don’t jaws, gonna die with no flaws
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| I’ma serve the kickback when the Glock click-clack
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| The dody in my sack awake God from a nap
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| If it ain’t one in the head, why you ride with the strap?
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| Started bettin' on the race, I was tired of running laps
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| I was tired of running laps so I’m running up a check
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| She was tired of throwin' it back so I got her givin' neck
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| Before the SOB chain, around my neck was a TEC
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| 5 years old in the Vistas, I was thuggin' in the 'jects
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| I’ma puke on her face and send her back to her ex
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| Niggas bitin' on they nails, they ain’t scratch nothin' yet
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| Gang hop off the plane and head straight to the traphouse
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| Bow Wow challenge, he don’t live what he rap 'bout
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| Damn near five bands plus when I cash out
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| Got a fat white bitch, she a cash cow
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| Big gun, fuck around and whip Shaq out
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| Cavy on the side of kings hittin' the pow-pow
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| Pull up, draw down, nigga, pow-pow
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| Get on the stage, rock out, and dive in the crowd
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| It feel good 'cause the world know my name now
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| If I go down, I’m allergic, that mean I’m breaking out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lethal Weapon , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Song from the album Mushrooms & Coloring Books, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп