| Who the fuck told you you was nice, homie?
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| Fuck outta here
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| Ya shit is basura (Trash)
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| Homie, you got shot, you was never a shooter (Never)
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| I’m in the mirror, Narcissist Lex Luger
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| And my ninety-four rugby lookin' like Grand Puba
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| Wifey like Mary J. with the bucket though (Bucket, though)
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| I wake up every morning like, «Fuck it, though»
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| Bitch, you ain’t Beyonce
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| And ya home girls don’t really fuck with you
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| You out here like Latoya Luckett, ho (Hahaha)
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| Bum rappers wanna twist up faces
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| I’ll collapse they cheekbone and I’ll punch through braces (Bow)
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| All that lean got you waking up dope sick
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| Go to rehab, I’ll hit ya girl with the dope dick
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| I’m a G, though
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| Niggas be frontin', not me though (Uh-uh)
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| These bars’ll knock the confidence outta ya ego (All that)
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| Won’t feature me 'cause they scared of the goon
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| And when I freestyle it knocks the fuckin' air out the room
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| Boom
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| Ya SoundCloud is garbage (One follower)
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| Ya mixtape is garbage (Pass that, lemme break up this weed)
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| Ya Instagram is garbage (Delete that)
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| The link in ya bio is garbage (Fuck outta here)
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| Everybody you rhyme wit is garbage (Garbage)
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| Nigga, ya whole block is garbage (And pussy)
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| Nine on me, nigga, give up ya wallet
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| Ain’t no conspiracy against you, all ya shit is just garbage
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| Ya shit is hadaki (Still trash)
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| Jab, jab, uppercut, quiver ya body (Boom boom bow)
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| I don’t care if you was goin' to see papi
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| I smack bitch niggas like you out they Isaac Mizrahi (Fuckboy)
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| The clothes that you wear don’t make you nice, bro
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| Grown-ass man out here lookin' like a dyke ho (Stop it)
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| (Stop it)
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| I talk wild shit, but I can fight, though
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| Six-four, three hundred pounds, it’s Fuck Ya Lyfe, whoa
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| I’ll show you how to spaz on a tape
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| They tried to shoot me with the deuce-deuce, I laughed in they face (Fuck outta
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| here with that little shit)
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| Rappers out here spittin' hazardous waste
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| I walk around, gold Cuban with the Lazarus plate, uh
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| Coney Island, that’s the Planet of Apes
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| Hold ya kid for ransom but they won’t do me like Harambe though (Gorilla)
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| Them Xanny sticks got you lookin' like a zombie, don’t remind me, though
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| I’ll smack you sober, word to mami, bro
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| Ya DJ is garbage (I threw him off the stage)
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| Ya management is garbage (And he’s bald)
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| Ya baby moms is garbage (And ya kid’s ugly)
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| The link in ya bio still garbage (Still didn’t click on that shit)
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| The weed that you smokin' is garbage (Reggies)
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| Ya production is garbage (And you suck)
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| Fuck you tryna kick knowledge?
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| I’ll smack the shit out you Duke, you garbage |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gahbage , by - Nems. Song from the album Gorilla Monsoon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп