| Gutter gorgeous, make your bitch drop her drawers
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| Cross the street, even hood niggas lock they doors
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| Your whole crew is all bitches
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| And you’re a dick like you was born with the name Richard
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| As a kid I was throwing rocks at bums
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| And you was just fucking weird like Megan Fox’s thumbs
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| Still slam 'er, jam 'er, ram 'er
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| And finger pop your bitch with the other side of a hammer
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| I’m hotter than running in summer wearing two flannels
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| And I’m hungry like Somalians watching the food channel
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| Starving, I’m so dope, nodding me
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| My shoulder chin checks you little niggas, pardon me nigga
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| You mad at son squared, like the Garfunkel
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| Both ya’ll niggas is straight box, gorilla rocks
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| Yeah, what nigga? |
| Gutter, gutter
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| Gutter, motherfucker
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| I’ll break your motherfucking face bitch
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| Uppercut you so hard, you’ll get a face lift
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| I’m in the crib fucking your bitch, she making faces
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| Face it, I’ll rip your face off and you’ll be faceless
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with my new shit
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| I’ll run in the jungle, fight a lion with a tooth pick
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| In and out, shoot your boy in the couch
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| Flip her over, take a shit in the roof of her mouth
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| Till the end, fuck your girl and her friends
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| Fuck you up, like putting a bumper sticker on a Benz
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| Who? |
| Nems, I’m everything that you couldn’t be
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| Pussy, I could smell you insecurities
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| And in beef, ya’ll cowards niggas wouldn’t ride
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| You better look the other way like you Sticky Fingaz eye
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| It’s over when I’m sober, spent too many nights getting high
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| Hardcore rapper but I’m RnB singafied
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| Nigga I got socks that’ll shit on your leather
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| Any kicks that I rock is a buck sixty or better
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| But I can be in flip flops meet your bitch and i’ll get her
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| Then dead her, bitch whatever
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| On this mic I’m over qualified
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| If you dream of fucking with me you better wake up and apologize
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| I’m an animal, ya’ll creeping like a panther
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| Black both of your eyes, leave you looking like a panda
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| I’m serious as cancer, your nickname is prancer
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| Heard that you be jerking and you ain’t even a dancer
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| I’m a F-50, you a Mitsubishi Lancer
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| Slaughter I fucked your wife, now wheres' your daughter
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| Put it in her motherfucking slot like a quarter
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| Seeing me won’t happen, like sweating under water
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| You old ass nigga, still can’t get in the game
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| Like you had felonies at the Canadian border
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| That’s just bad, and your girl pussy so big
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| She used a fucking futon as a maxi pad
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| Slap you dead, make you call Roscoe
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| Claim to be a boss, but you broke like lefty from Donnie Brasco
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| So…
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| Like it’s nothing, take dick gunther |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Faceless, artist - Nems. Album song Prezident's Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп