| Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that
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| Follow the leader flow, midget jumping out my top hat
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| I’m going hood, going platinum in the projects
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| Diamond at the neighborhood, liquor store
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| Passport, poetry, dough, the passion and pope
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| Ask about acrobatical show, mechanical
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| Mathematical, I’m back telling it
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| Back on my element, that settles it
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| To peoples played out you never did
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| Classic ill niggas my claw
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| Fall back before the bread I was bred to be the boss
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| Talk right in exact
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| Freedom of death minus the word that wisdom reflect
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| This ain’t the checks
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| These are the words that I manifest
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| It goes yes yes y’all
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| 30,000 dollars of Remy bottles is staring at me
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| Nigga let’s ball, god could never be a mystery, you feel me?
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| Cause in the heavens and the earth he always was, forever will be
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| I came to wake you up, the shit is fake as fuck
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| Fools is breaking up, cause they ain’t caking up
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| All it takes is a little faith
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| Before you blow dough you better off investin some real estate
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| Stack it and just wait couple months you’ll be great
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| Same as a nigga holdin weight
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| Ain’t no joking when it’s dough to make
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| I keep a soldier face
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| This is life in the golden state
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| Only thing women respect is dollars
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| Even neglect scholars
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| Bunch of evil visions as baby mamas
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| Pimps patrol like piranhas, renegades wander
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| They end up choosing with honors
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| I’m just a don of all genres
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| Best known for throwing molotov bars and flesh eating acid at your armor
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| Fans get it twisted with my first shit but I was in training
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| I’m just a thug with esoteric verses
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| That’ll clack out with you
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| Cop, cook, count, Bag it up
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| And distribute the product from the crackhouse with you
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| Splashing with more fashion than Fairfax
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| Raw dog like when I bareback tracks, tropical airmax
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| I’m not the one to share my snacks
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| These labels gotta pay me in racks, because the belt is black
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| And for the fact the fans never felt me slack
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| Honestly, it’s nothing I lack
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| Now what’s fucking with that, got hundreds of these up in the hat
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| It’s like back to back phantoms and a couple lac’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Golden State , by - Planet Asia. Song from the album Black Belt Theatre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп