| Sounds like another word
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| Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this
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| Yeah, yo, my nigga, don’t even trip
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| I ain’t trippin'
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| You know we get the dollar slices for free
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| Yeah, too broke shit
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| Yeah, yeah, bankrolls ya bitch
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| Know what I’m saying? |
| We got them fiends round
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| All the way round the block twice, nigga
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go (Pro Era!)
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| Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer
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| Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
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| This dough man don’t need no oven
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| My dope-heads they need that
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer
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| Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
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| This dough man don’t need no oven
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| My dope-heads they need that
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Yeah, I’m about to cop some more, it’s on me, got the guap I’m toured
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| And cops circle 'round the block, know it’s time for sure
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| (Ayo, keep that shit low nigga) Lock the door
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| This shit pop when I got the chord
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| And I need more money yeah, por favor
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| And I sell a ton can’t wait, hold some more
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| Serve bass, got loud, got more in store
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| If you ain’t do it like I do it, you ain’t popping boy
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| Rap, no pop, record
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| They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
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| With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
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| Then running with the packs like I pack them all
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| And we running like a pack of dogs, pack the floor
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| The pack blast heat leave 'em lacking thoughts
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| They can feel it in the streets so we tax 'em off
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| I gotta break up all my piece let 'em blast it off, audiopium
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| Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer
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| Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
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| This dough man don’t need no oven
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| My dope-heads they need that
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Beast Coast stunna 'bout to feast this summer
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| Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
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| This dough man don’t need no oven
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| My dope-heads they need that
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Audiopium, audio
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| Still adding up my epiphanies
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| I shall abide to apply with all my abilities
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| Took all my alibis, bye for they lies
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| When they tryna belittle me, bid on me Guess you wanna see the bitter me Chilling with the don and yeah it’s war, put a hit on me You can smoke all you want
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| All you want bitch, just don’t fuck with my purp
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| I’m not finna work for no white man
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| Put that on my heart with my right hand
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| Latino heat, I do my dance
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| Watch the money roll like that’s my plan
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| I only hang with a gang full of leaders
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| I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance
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| Fuck all my teachers, I’m hoping you see this
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| And everyone else that was non-believers
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| Sunshine and that knife in 47 shit, for forever, shit
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| You ain’t fucking with mine, whatever bitch
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| Whatever Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips
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| It’s been a minute but the Era got it’s members together
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| I’m with the world, got that notice, STEEZ quick to the catch yeah
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| Want you back, remember what was missing from the game
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| Audiopium, I’ll probably be addicted forever, yeah
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| Audiopium
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| We keep the dope fiends itching
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| This that crack y’all been missing
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| Audiopium
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| Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
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| R.I.P. |
| King Cap, you gave us vision
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| Audiopium
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| We keep the dope fiends itching
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| This that crack y’all been missing
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| Audiopium
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| Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
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| R.I.P. |
| King Cap, you gave us vision
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| (Soul searchin') 'till my flows are perfect
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| I ain’t trynna be a slave to grow old from workin'
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| Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
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| Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
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| Check the melodies, it’s so heavenly
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| That shit’ll get your hipster move with no 7D's
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| Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies
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| Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
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| Grab a spoonful, we servin' up a pot
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| And you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot
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| I’m flowin' like a volcano, I’m drippin' verses off the top
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| Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
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| Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
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| It’s in my jeans so don’t worry what my pants is Get with the script it’s that ignorant shit
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| And we bound to get sick of it quick and I ain’t sealin' my lips
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| It’s the shift, I know you feel it man
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| We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
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| Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam’s man
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| When it comes to kickin' verses I’m Mr. Van Damme
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| Crushin' strawberry, it’s the jam
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| So throw up both hands if you can
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| Ironic how I’m killin' this shit, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity
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| Stupid |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Audiopium , by - Nyck @ KnightSong from the album Nyck @ Knight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп