| Yo — I hold the keys to the fountain of youth
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| Plus keys to a double-R 4 point 6 dick
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| Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club
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| Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison
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| Poppin off bottles like boilers
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| V.I.P. |
| reserved for the crew club on the spoilers
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| Massive respect we get, nuttin less
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| We hold power in the place when they see our face
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| We try to stay low pro' but it’s im-possible
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| We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow
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| Familiar faces — we live niggas not players
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| Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers
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| Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life
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| Shouldn’t, be in the spot if your shit ain’t tight
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| False advertisin ain’t us, we stay risin
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| D.I.T.C. |
| dot com enterprises
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| I’m livin life to the utmost, y’know?
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| I wouldn’t trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin?
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| I’m exactly who I am, no if’s, no and’s
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| «No can do» ain’t in my vocabulary
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| I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position
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| To do my thing, O.C. |
| I run things
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| Youngest of my siblings, I’m God’s gift to the opposite sex
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| Won’t take no for an answer
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| I’m spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York’s finest
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| And I’m not talkin about Jake, let’s roleplay
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| I’m Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel
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| Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel
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| Slim figure, nickname Mush to my niggas
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| When I’m in England call me Erick Von Sipper
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| Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace
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| He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess
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| When I’m in Denmark, I spark with the Duke
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| Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose
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| My shine be devine, toes they gold too
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| Who’s fuckin with O, y’all niggas like juevo soup
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| See I — tote guns when I gotta stack funds
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| When them niggas rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River
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| Passion for the women, action’s what I give 'em
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| What’s my name. |
| nigga? |
| Yo
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| What I spark in the dark, any type of remark
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| I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure
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| When I spit gems it’s no cracks, no flaws
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| Only crack I’d rather is a ass wearin a thong from
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| . |
| Miami to San Juan
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| To Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some
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| Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize
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| Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise
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| I’m not lyin y’all, it’s the life I know
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| And if I lie my nose will grow
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| I’m not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold
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| Cause when in Rome that’s a whole 'nother song
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| Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva
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| Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes
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| She greet a nigga like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty
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| Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Utmost , by - O.C.. Song from the album Bon Appetit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп