| When you gonna stop playin' games with God?
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| Uh huh, right
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| Take the Lord serious
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| Back against the wall again, right?
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| Leather gloves, god
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| Miniature macs and snubs, god
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| Hit piff in the glass tub, god
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| Jar full of ganja
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| Two pyrexes rep, god
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| Whip, cargo, the jet, god
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| Coast of swaggin' niggas
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| We the reason that coke prices dropped
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| I had to stop overchargin' niggas
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| They cake cakey and be flakey
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| Them niggas get trapped now
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| Payout time’ll get you clapped down
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| Fire escape shooters, hoodrat boosters
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| This is Mogul rap, who got the juice, kid?
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| Or the source, resourceful niggas done lost
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| Heads knocked off, swamped you, yeah, they slept in a Porsche
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| Ain’t tryna' be no tough guy, not no bluff guy
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| I’m just a rub guy, the fuckin' slug fly
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| And this is all for the paper, baby
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| Silverbacks who stay max and lay the gravy
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| Passport Kings flex all around the globe
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| Hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
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| Silk robes and minks like the O.G.s
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| Thirty-six O-Zs, baby, that’s a whole key
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| Passport Kings flex all around the globe
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| Hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
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| Silk robes and minks like the O.G.s
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| Thirty-six O-Zs, baby, that’s a whole key
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| Uh, thirty-six hollow tips and a dirty blip
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| Thirty-six diamonds in my ring knockin' 36 Chambers all in the whip while I
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| burn the piff
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| Thirty-six O’s I could whip, that’s a dirty brick we chop
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| Yo, old ladies call him Diablo
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| Hunnid guns on the premises like Pablo
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| Go and throw it in the pot, watch the rock flow
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| We don’t praise them false gods, we praise Chapo
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| Amenities like Kennedys or Genovese
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| I’ll merrily drink the blood of my enemies
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| Like Grenadine, my recipe is from Medellín
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| Louis XV, respectfully, I’m a better king
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| Chillin' with salt and starin' at these hideous sculptures
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| On my arm, see the prettiest vultures
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| Thousand dollar bullets with etched names
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| Now my connect changed
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| So much white look like the X-Games
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| Passport Kings flex all around the globe
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| Hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
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| Silk robes and minks like the O.G.s
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| Thirty-six O-Zs, baby, that’s a whole key
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| Passport Kings flex all around the globe
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| Hand, wrist, neck like a pot of gold
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| Silk robes and minks like the O.G.s
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| Thirty-six O-Zs, baby, that’s a whole key |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Passport Kingz , by - Termanology. Song from the album Bad Decisions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп