| I’m only in the company of kings
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| I made a power move and it’s everything it seems
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| Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams
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| Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends
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| Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
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| Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
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| One letter short but still motherfuck the DA
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| We play by the rules as they try to crack the code
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| Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold
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| Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete
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| Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji
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| You know where to find me
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| Greenhouse a circle of top whores
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| Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors
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| 35 large, took it right out the top drawer
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| Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer
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| It’s like Raid! |
| Spraying on you roaches
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| The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
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| A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
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| Watch that nigga disappear; |
| hocus pocus
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| Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing
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| Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
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| Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing
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| 'Less he is an insomniac, he’ll die in a dream
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| You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
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| Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
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| I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os
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| From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes
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| Look, I’m all grown up and I done blown up
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| Nigga, ain’t much changed; |
| in fact, things are the same
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| I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger
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| You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
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| I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood
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| Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
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| I’m bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I’m filthy
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| Drop Phantom is milky, white on white
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| 24 inch blades, I’m skatin'
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| Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, I’m Satan
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| Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire
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| 50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire
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| It’s like Raid! |
| Spraying on you roaches
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| The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
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| A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
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| Watch that nigga disappear; |
| hocus pocus
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| Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing
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| Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
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| Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing
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| 'less he is an insomniac he’ll die in a dream, ugh!
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| I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers
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| Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire
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| Innocent faces with a shitload of priors
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| Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers
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| Deep-sea dive for the fishscale
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| Tryna find a better price? |
| Man, that ship sailed
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| Take a breath and head back if that shit failed
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| Drop weight like an anchor; |
| then, you set sail
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| Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
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| Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over
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| Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller
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| Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers
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| Yuugh! |
| Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit
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| This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music
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| Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it
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| I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it
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| It’s like Raid! |
| Spraying on you roaches
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| The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
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| A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
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| Watch that nigga disappear; |
| hocus pocus
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| Ring, ring, a nigga won’t sing
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| Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
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| Ring, ring a nigga won’t sing
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| 'Less he is an insomniac he’ll die in a dream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raid , by - Pusha T. Song from the album Fear Of God II: Let Us Pray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп