| 'Rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
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| Gorilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
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| Skatin' on em' like, 'Ay, carumba'
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| Which one of y’all want beef? |
| I just wonder
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| Shoot a motherfucker in his eyes and under
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| Then step up in the party like, «Ay, la bamba»
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| She got the fat ass and her thighs are thunder
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| So you know I hit her with the pipe and lumber
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| A lady ran up on me, said I’m her mother
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| Bitch, I’ll take ya motherfuckin' daughter and punt her
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| Haha, like boop, bop, bippity
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| Run up on ya block like, «Who shot Tiffany?»
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| Gun in hand, body slam two cops physically
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| Then slide up out the precinct like my tube socks slippery
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| Listen, B, open ya mouth up and this’ll be history
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| Gold all around my neck like Mr. T
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| Isn’t he the commander of the infantry?
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| With more motherfuckin' bars than a prison, B
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| Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Little niggas, ha
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| Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Little niggas
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| Look
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| Lil' nigga, we not family
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| I’ll hit ya baby mother, make her sniff a Plan B
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| Ugh, homeboys ya can’t beat
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| 'Cause I’ll shoot ya motherfuckin' mother like Bambi
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| Damn, he such savage like Randy
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| Hulkamania, Lion King, hold the baby up
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| FYL, fuckin' ya lady then sucking her labia
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| Then bouncin' before she’s goin' into labor, what?
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| Stupido, the stupid flow
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| You outside actin' like a fuckin' goofy, bro
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| And ya girlfriend lookin' like a groupie ho
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| I might stick my ice pick in her booty hole
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| Stupid dough is what I walk around with found it
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| Crouton salad with the almond salmon
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| Know I’m out here reppin' Coney Island wylin'
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| Right hook will knock you off balance, violence
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| When I come around it’s all silence, quiet
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| If you think you gonna pose a challenge, try it
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| Nigga, fuck a diet, I’m out here gettin' fat though
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| Sellin' hats made a hundred thousand, that’s facts, though
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| You out here starvin', I’m out here robbin'
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| Hunnit deep on Mermaid Ave, we out here mobbin'
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| Throw you off the sixteenth floor of O’Dwyer Gardens
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| Ain’t no questioning, I’m the hardest
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| Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Little niggas, ha
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| Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
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| Little niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lil Niggas , by - Nems. Song from the album Gorilla Monsoon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп