| Mr. Untouchable
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these
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| You know I’m unfadeable
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| That’s the reason why I’m out on these streets
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| 'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)
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| Hustla (Hustla)
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| I never been a mark ass buster
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| Haters, how you love that?
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| (Put that West back on the map)
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| Crush 'em out that bulletproof, 740 Levi
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| Tipped a hundred dollars when the valet grabbed my keys
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| I’m runnin' through this money like these hundreds is adidas
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| They hatin' and we see why
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| We riders and we fly
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| You niggas is neither, you know the procedure
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| Hustle 'til we run out and then count cash and re-up
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| High 'til we die so it’s motherfuckin' detox
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| The only thing we run is Louis belts through our Levi’s
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| Catch me at the function, hoppin' out dumb thick
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| All these hoes wanna fuck but all I got is one dick
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| Expense, one more chance, all I need is one Nip
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| And all my competition on some I can’t even front shit
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| You the one and I see what this become
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| They wavin' their white flag and I’m still bussin' my gun
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| No surrender, no retreat, my nigga, I got to eat
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| And keep thousand dollar sneakers on my feet
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| Hussle
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| Mr. Untouchable
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these
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| You know I’m unfadeable
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| That’s the reason why I’m out on these streets
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| 'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)
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| Hustla (Hustla)
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| I never been a mark ass buster
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| Haters, how you love that?
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| (Put that West back on the map)
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| Uh, listen, look
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| Cops can’t touch a nigga
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| Never been a sucka nigga
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| Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga
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| All money, money getter
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| All I really care about is the women in my kitchen
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| Foldin' clothes, washin' dishes, got me through them cold Decembers
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| Told 'em it’d be better days, so that explains the shit I’m into
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| I kept my word but details is confidential
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| Not too many niggas have survived the type of shit I’ve been through
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| And even less is this nice on an instrumental
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| Minus the pencil, just the info
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| They tell me that it’s all a mind game, so I play this shit mental
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| They see the platinum plates and they assume that it’s a rental
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| 'Cause his album’s yet to drop so how he pull up in a Benzo?
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| Drop the top, bet the bitch got crop
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| Let it blow in the wind on a roll, don’t stop
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| Yah, yah, the next stop will be the block
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| Grab a fat stack of weed, then we hopped on a yacht
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| Yah
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| Well, alright, yah
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| Meet Mr. Untouchable
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| Blowin' that bubba kush out the sunroof
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| Let it burn like 151 proof, errh
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| They say some fools can and some fools can’t
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| So you wish you can niggas can take this to the bank
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| Nipsey Hussle and Kokane
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| Putting paint where it ain’t
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| Mr. Untouchable
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with these
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| You know I’m unfadeable
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| That’s the reason I’m out on these streets
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| 'Cause I’m a bonafide gangsta (Gangsta)
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| Hustla (Hustla)
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| I never been a mark ass buster
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| Haters, how you love that?
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| (Put that West back on the map) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Untouchable , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album The Marathon, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп