| Trying to get all this P’s
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| Trying to get all this prof, the guap, the crop, I want the seeds
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| Trying to see flavours bro
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| You got something for me
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| I’m trying to live like some king
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| Some lavish king
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| Some fucking G
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| I wanna see all this papes, look
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| Trying to get all this steeze
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| Like I’m trying to get all this prof, the guap, the crop, I want the seeds
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| I’m trying to see flavours bro
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| You got something for me
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| I’m trying to live like some king
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| Some lavish king
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| Some fucking G
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| Trying to get all this papes
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| Paper for me and my team
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| But life’s not all about money
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| I put a few things higher than green
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| I got family, friends, bros
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| I got foes and I make them scream
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| I hear their echo, echo
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| As they go down the stream
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| Trying to get all this money
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| The guap, the pot, the P
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| Fam never had a pot to piss in
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| Now you can’t piss in a pot like me
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| I’m trying to see all that bark (woof)
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| All that tree
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| Man call this clart
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| That lickle nark, can’t roll with G’s
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| I got mad clown packs on debt
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| You can’t chat like that’s not lean
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| I got teen tun telling me tings
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| Purple turtle selling me green
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| Aye bare wasteman wan chat
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| Chat bout me and my scene
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| My G check them for respect
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| Like aye what you mean, what you mean?
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| Come through in all black
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| Like storm now this black storm be part MCs
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| Check the T’s and C’s on these
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| That’s P’s on P’s for a G like me
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| Wait, why they informing narks?
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| Fucking cheaps
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| T’s and P’s on these
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| We P’s on these
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| We know that sheets
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| My keys please, chuck
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| These deeds beats, top
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| Seeds
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| Regular class know nothing about Gs
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| Ichi ni san shi
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| Japanese man can’t flow like me
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| I got trees, eats, gene as tees
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| Know about, all about holding dem streets
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| Like
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| Meet me
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| At
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| New back
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| Me when I’m blowing up beats
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| Like come against me are you mad?
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| Coming against me are you puffin on Cheech or Chong or what went wrong?
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| Ca' ever try step to a donny like Wizzy like me
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| D P on these beats
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| Ain’t nothing like sucking on brothers like me
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| I just repeat, repeat
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| Make a little something off the something I speak
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| You wan chat to man
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| But can’t at the gang
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| So backtrack to man
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| When they pre me
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| They all wanna chat to man
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| I’ll get back to man
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| I only chat to the BBC
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| That’s big black chunky women
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| They wan ask me something
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| For something to have us
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| Something under my feet
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| Quick time, like a bounce
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| Something you never answered nothing
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| You know not about
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| When the few of us meet
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| Tiptronics, see I’m really on it
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| Still see the way the man abouta man to get a dry
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| (?)Back at the what a mandem what to rye (?)
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| Coming like how I managed to survive
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| Ballotelli stylie living my life
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| Whip and mini stroller dipping the rye
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| Sutting over such a beautiful night
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| Sutting over such a beautiful life
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| I grown up
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| Made my own luck
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| When they showed up
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| I was prepared
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| I just rolled up
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| In my own stuff
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| In my d-squared
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| Looking mean there
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| I got elders, looking old man
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| So I prepare, I assume be there
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| Need old money for my grand kiddies
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| Ca' that new money is getting spent 'ere
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| Roll round with that baseball bat
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| If a man wanna show me sutting I’ll make 'im run home
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| And that’s a home run
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| Make him run home and just phone mum
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| She at work, so she don’t come
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| Cuz she has to feed her broke son
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| If he work hard, she could work less
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| But you’re a pussyhole, you’re just a no one
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| Trying to get all this P’s
|
| Trying to get all this prof, the guap, the crop, I want the seeds
|
| Trying to see flavours bro
|
| You got something for me
|
| I’m trying to live like some king
|
| Some lavish king
|
| Some fucking G
|
| I wanna see all this papes, look
|
| Trying to get all this steeze
|
| Like I’m trying to get all this prof, the guap, the crop, I want the seeds
|
| I’m trying to see flavours bro
|
| You got something for me
|
| I’m trying to live like some king
|
| Some lavish king
|
| Some fucking G
|
| Trying to get all this papes
|
| Paper for me and my team
|
| But life’s not all about money
|
| I put a few things higher than green
|
| I got family, friends, bros
|
| I got foes and I make them scream
|
| I hear their echo, echo
|
| As they go down the stream
|
| Trying to get all this money
|
| The guap, the pot, the P
|
| Fam never had a pot to piss in
|
| Now you can’t piss in a pot like me
|
| I’m trying to see all that bark (woof)
|
| All that tree
|
| Man call this clart
|
| That lickle nark, can’t roll with G’s
|
| I got mad clown packs on debt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flavours , by - Ocean Wisdom. Song from the album Wizville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп