| 'Cause I will be a freak until the day, until the dawn
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| And I could pump, pumping that thing
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| Might be in love with that thing
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| It make me feel some type of way, I might be drunk off that thing
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| I’m going dumb in that thing
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| I’m no rookie down south, with a mouth full of girl scout cookies
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| I’m a fucking Rexx, yea
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| Triple X, hit it from the front, back, side, triple threat
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| Goddamnit if ya
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| (If you look this good) I wonder how it taste
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| On some Rexx Life shit, just put it, right on my face
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| I’m nasty, don’t ask me, I love clapping ass cheeks
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| I’ll make that shit clap girl, make that shit clap
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| Imma do it for the hood, do it for the hood
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| I wish you would come in here looking good
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| Goddamnit if ya
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| If you look this good, I want to have a taste
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| Baby if I touch your body, you can scream my name
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| Would you look this good, I want to have a taste
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| Baby if I touch your body, you can scream my name
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| Who gon', who gon' put on
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| Who gon', who gon' put on
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| I will, I will my nigga
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| I will, I will my nigga
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| Who gon', who gon' put on
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| Who gon', who gon' put on
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| I will, I will my nigga
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| I will, I will my nigga
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| Look, the thing is bruh, I been rawer than everybody
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| In '08 on the track I was catching bodies
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| When it used to be cool to drive Lexus coupes
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| I would admire my Regal like a Maserati
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| I was shotgun with Cole, all in the rich
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| He was hitting D-Boy all in the bricks
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| Jamar was still thuggin on 85th
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| Goon Squad made hits, nigga play The Fence
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| I was on some FYI shit, that super fly shit
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| Now I forever bang for that Devin gang, uh
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| All to say, I been sonnin' these niggas
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| So oh no, I am not one of these niggas
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| Don’t confuse me with niggas losing and not improving
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| I got it and they are not it, like a shoe string, yea
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| (Shout out Dakota, he told me, «Get off these niggas»)
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| Look, verbally assault niggas, I done let 'em live
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| Imma off niggas, I’m an alien, I wanna niggas
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| Tell 'em take the mask off, bitch I’m hot as summertime asphalt
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| Lennie, why these niggas off bath salts?
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| But I’m like 'boutta rap my motherfucking ass off
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| Cut a bitch off like hacksaw, Jim Duggan
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| My niggas been thuggin, yea they play the corner like the number eight black
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| ball
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| I just want riches and riches and riches
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| Followed by bitches and bitches and bitches
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| All that shit you say you got is fictitious
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| I’m off of this Addie I’m feeling limitless
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| I’m one with the universe now, the stars are aligned
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| I would tell you trust me but I trust myself
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| I’m playing this game with these cards I was dealt
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| I’m out of the box take your mind out the shell, uh
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| That’s word to my momma
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| I’m just a Berkeley nigga blowing on ganja
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| I’m too positive to do drama
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| I’m that starving kid and you Ghanda, hungry
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| Niggas feel some type of way then I must be
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| Going crazy for niggas that say fuck me
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| You the same bruh in high school, all musty
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| Ol' stanky ass boy, fatass
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| All I wanna do is eat a Twinkie ass boy, jaggin off the pinky ass boy
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| Oh you don’t get no pussy ass boy, Dikembe lookin ass boy
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| Lemme stop playin'
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| I’m so anti-complacent, I’m one with the money adjacent
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| You should pay homage you know I’m a legend in making
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| Rexx Daddy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put On , by - Rexx Life Raj. Song from the album Hidden Clouds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп