| Coconut oil, smooth slide through the vintage
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| Spot that we used to rock early in beginnings
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| My head used to spin then
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| A small crowd trippin' on me, flippin'
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| Now the family expand in London, in Brixton
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| Smoking winstons how my lips burn to touch mics
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| 95 grey nikes
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| Feel the re-release of beast, middle east
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| Ain’t not saving um like day light
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| Arab? |
| Muslims? |
| All of um my cousins
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| Beauty brown skin might
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| Bomb on a nigga
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| Ain’t nothing to do with Qurans
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| Ramadan for the figures
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| Cheddar
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| Come night we all eat together
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| Kings and Queens accented with gold leather
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| Royal
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| Sippin Royal, smoke like two letters
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| Two Ls, swell
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| Blow up your spot, never
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| Underestimate the plot, my flock stick together
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| Shining on you daily, no matter crazy the weather
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| Glimmer like diamonds in chains
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| Pain a pleasure, in time, if it help me do better
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| Promised my mama, said «Imma get you whateva»
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| You just dream, 9th gon' keep the swing
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| Opposite cream, we gon ride all black living better
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| I brought it back, like I told ya’ll, forever
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| Culture, keep it focused you can’t sever my ties
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| I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me
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| I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me
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| I’m always gon ride Jamla till the death of me
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| Your face feel like suede, body is a 9.9
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| One more time, a diamond on display
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| Tiffany goddess in tennis wear
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| Staying a dentist, all that white on
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| Dro mixed with Guinness
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| We flew to Milan
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| Cherry Range Ro' on the lawn
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| «Boo, where ya Qur’an?»
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| Its right here
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| Weird palaces in Mecca
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| We dressing, less filming she cryin'
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| All praises then extended both arms
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| Laid on the rug, thought about like life style
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| Hugged my lady harder, regarded
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| Regardless pardon Miss let’s flow beyond
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| Palaces where blue water just flow
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| Coolin' with a bong
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| The ocean was talking to me
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| «Stay sucker free, be gone, love your enemies
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| Nights may seem you wrong»
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| Lights, camera, and wealth a song
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| I sat up for days before legend status
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| Now we be born
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| Its that
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| Its that that black sand talk right here
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| Word up, yo Raps what good
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| You know your brother got you
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| Damn, I hear that fly shit going on in the back
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| 9th Wonder you remarkable nigga
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| You like a flooded I’ll magic marker
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| I’m ready to write graffiti nigga
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| Yo, pass that
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| What the fuck is that name of that bottle right there?
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| That shit is called «mnvkhjkbwkebrds, fba»
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| I don’t what that sht is
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| That shit is crude nigga
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| That’s all |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coconut Oil, artist - Rapsody. Album song She Got Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп