| Look
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| Know I been the man since a lunch box
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| Coming up, we ain’t ever think about a masters
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| We was tryna master a jump shot
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| Or find a hole behind a run block
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| But know I had a special team like it’s plimp block
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| But our special T was a punchline
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| Tryna make a stick like a gumdrop
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| But we’ll cut a bitch like a lunch line
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| We’ll cut a bitch like a nigga used to cut out class
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| To puff and pass, with my bro
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| If you bring that hoe, she better bring some cash
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| She can’t freeload off my smoke
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| Know my ego been on swole
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| Watermelon head with a wallet that reciprocated
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| Ay, I got a long way to go but the way they talk to me is like a nigga made it,
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| fuck no
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| Sleep for the weak, niggas knowing what I’m loved for
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| RIP to Mack, keep it cut though
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| Just a Berkeley nigga probably tripping, throwing peace signs
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| Fucking with some killers from the East Side
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| Oh, and crease ground for everybody that’s squished up
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| They lost hope when we hit a hiccup
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| You gave me doubts, hom' when I just needed a pickup
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| Now I’m like an F-150 doing chinups
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| Fuck niggas, all I got is this Rexx Life shit
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| Giving out diamonds, I’ve been dropping gems like
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| Bruh, you don’t see the treasure chest right here
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| Emoji prayer hands, we bless right here
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| Remnants from white girls who left right here
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| Cocaine and Jamie, it’s a mess right here
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| Woah, but no judgements
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| The way I’m raining on niggas hope your timeline flooded, ay
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| I’ve been making waves, all these niggas know
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| We too old to be broke, I’ve been getting dough
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| They katted in the past, you know niggas hoes
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| Now they stop and kiss my ass, mistletoe
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| Fuck a million times in a week, we don’t even speak
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| Hit her with a text for the creek, make the kitty leak
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| Make her knees weak, she make out with my mini-me
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| Sick of that, make her my dick as a remedy
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| Roll it up, burn it we coughing the killer weed
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| Pour it at the tip, we sipping the Hennessy
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| I’m in it to win it, so I’m in it deep
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| In a minute we just take it where I need
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| Now roll up, chops, and chop down in a tree
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| I never trust cops, but I cop police
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| Drums and I make beats, make headers, make stanky faces when we take leaks
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| See that’s the shit, just smell me
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| She just kiss and tell me, I got the doors locked up so that bitch embel me
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| Oh, I’m in the motherfucking house
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| Hop in all these motherfucking couches, blouses
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| Y’all just some motherfucking slouches
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| Trash, all you niggas sound like roaches
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| Oscars, you’d probably win that
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| If m.a.d.d was a rodent, you’d probably get casted
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| Basses, every single song we just put it in the casket
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| Get blasted, then it’s ashes to ashes
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| Making these waves 'til we tip over your raft
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| Bitch, cause both our asses, nigga, me and Raji
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| I’ve been making waves, all these niggas know
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| We too old to be broke, I’ve been getting dough
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| They katted in the past, you know niggas hoes
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| Now they stop and kiss my ass, mistletoe |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mistletoe, artist - Rexx Life Raj. Album song Dreamland: Telegraph Ave., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп