| Blue Lagoon brick from Iceland
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| Punching bags like I’m Tyson
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| Redbone mighty feisty
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| Sippin' Hi-Tech mixed with Wocky
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| Kick my pimpin' like Mr. Miyagi
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| Foreign, Italy, trapping exotics
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| Ain’t no slippin', pocket rocket poppin'
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| Yeah I’m out here catching boxes
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| Yeah I’m out here with the rastas
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| Yeah I’m out here pocket rocket poppin'
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| Double G, double C, trip to Italy
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| Colin Kaepernick stamped on the key
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| I ain’t never seen a nigga like me
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| Where he from? |
| I’d like to meet him, I be serving in a Polo T
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| 50 bands to my jeweler, burr, 3-D
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| In the pan with the pure, call her Keke
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| In the shower, she fuckin' like Mimi (Go Mimi)
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| Out the back door, rolling on repeat
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| On a perc pill make a bitch peepee
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| How the vert feel riding down Peachtree?
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| With a three-peat wanna go an free me
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| Kodak he got Kesha an' Glee Glee
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| Six speed in the 'Rari goin beep beep
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| See the boogers in the Patek Philippe piece
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| Got them babies in the trunk say I’m deadbeat
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| With the scale and the bales, I don’t miss a beat
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| Get the bales vacuum sealed so they don’t reek
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| Gotta a lot in the area where they don’t be
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| Young nigga with me sting like bumblebee
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| With the sticks they chop through your family tree
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| I get geeked up and go eat at Busy Bee
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| Went from 33, 23, to 18
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| Plug with the ice, insert 13
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| Kick the front door, searching like the search team
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| Lean, promethazine on my kidney
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| Enfamil in the trap, we got WIC weed
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| John Wick with the shot, can’t see me
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| When I pop it they look like it’s TV
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| Christian Dior, Dubai 63 (Dubai)
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| Real street nigga, chopper on the seat
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| I do pop-ups and meet and greets, yeah
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| I got clock-in and check-out sheets
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| Got her skeetin' on Cavalli sheets (Cavalli)
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| Balenciaga Tripper steppin' on three
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| A brick of Harry Potter’ll cost you a fee
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| Room full of narcs, it might make you OD
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| I eat my plate and it make me obese (Yum, nigga)
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| 200 back to back, 5 times a week (Let's get it)
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| Count up the digits, let it pile on me
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| Pretty little bitch let her ride on me
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| Never let that bitch get you in too deep
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| Microwave new colors, nigga too street
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| Walk in the club got a dope boy physique
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| Took my new lil bitch on a Dior spree
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| Shop baby, 'till you drop baby
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| I need dome on the way home ridin' inside that drop baby
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| I make plays, what’s your most common denominator?
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| I got Cartier’s on my face like Terminator
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| And these stankin' bitches (Bitch), think they slicker than activator |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Dat Freestyle , by - Pee Wee Longway. Song from the album State of the Art, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп