| Please read my lips, the flow is virus
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| I’m sick, I stay lit like dynamite sticks
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| My back they might slit so I check my six
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| For haters they’re so fake
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| In my face they smile quick
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| My style is vicious, I’m up to mischief
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| Every time I’m in the mix, my foes they shit bricks
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| My shoe game’s insane, it’s flames like
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| Tony Hawk should be the name the way my kicks flip
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| Center of attention, when I talk they stare
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| Makes your boy check the wrist watch like
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| I used to be square, my style was impaired
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| Hit the malt liquor like I got mauled by bears
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| Came a long way with top fashion advice
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| Now check the feet, it’s Los Angeles lights
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| Invest in me, my cost average is nice
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| I put the heat on wax like hot candles at night
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| Dang
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| I’m blowing up the spot like bang
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| Every time I pull up everybody trying hang
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| Hopping out the ghost, got 'em yelling out «Dang!»
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| that’s a fucking double dang
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| Motherfucker I’m blowing up the spot like bang
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| Every time I pull up everybody trying hang
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| Hopping out the ghost, got 'em yelling out «Dang!»
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| that’s a fucking double dang
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| Yo it’s been a long time, no longer plane Jane
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| Every single fake friend cut off like
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| Now they sitting on the side while I’m stacking these gains
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| Dropping bullets on the track like Japanese trains
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| spooky island
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| No matter where we are, the crew be wilding
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| Every day we wait in violence
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| Cause I smuggle punchlines like moving white bricks
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| They like «Ooh, some nice kicks.» |
| I copped the first drop
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| I flip for resale and bought my first spot
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| I jumped the and sold my first
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| Full circle at the lot, I copped my first drop
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| Dang
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| I’m not your average Joe
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| Now-a-days they don’t respect us for the savage flow
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| So we bypass the message for the brag and boasts
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| Cause I’m the type to haunt your spot like I’m Jasper’s ghost
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| Dang
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| I’m blowing up the spot like bang
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| Every time I pull up everybody trying hang
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| Hopping out the ghost, got 'em yelling out «Dang!»
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| that’s a fucking double dang
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| Motherfucker I’m blowing up the spot like bang
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| Every time I pull up everybody trying hang
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| Hopping out the ghost, got 'em yelling out «Dang!»
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| that’s a fucking double dang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dang , by - Richie Branson. Song from the album Camp Camp: Season 3 (Music from the Rooster Teeth Series), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп