| Yeah, yeah
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| More precious is me, more diamonds 'round my neck
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| If you not gonna anoint me king, give respec'
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| Underrated they say it like it’s a good thing
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| That ain’t a compliment when accomplishing your dreams
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| Tryna' undermine the mastermind and not crown the king
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| The benevolent who level lift
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| Bump who you rep
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| I’m a this and bottle it
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| Fronted like I was good money but all those thoughts were counterfeit
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| I took some jabs and counted it
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| Still affirming my beliefs took all the pain and mounted it
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| Up against the wall like a vision board
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| And use it as my motivation, cultivate it a lot but envision more
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| Curate an aventador
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| Who made it out the slums without a brick of raw
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| Shooting my shot, to the top, ain’t throw a brick at all
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| They say it’s all time and Allah, won’t be a minute off
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| Several round unlike mines so I sent it off
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| Switch my patterns, different fabrics, cut from a different cloth
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| As the world turns like these goldies
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| As the… burns from this leaf
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| Cut way different leaf, we can’t sit with them
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| My soul cries out dawg, I get that feeling when
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| Just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkz
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| I’m just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkz
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| Just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkz
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| Stakes is high, the weed got me higher
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| Cool as fire amplifying through the wire
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| A decorative belligerent
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| Hot temperament, don’t get caught in a cross fire
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| Or burn a bridge, my bad side ain’t courage
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| Throw you off the side and don’t anchor…
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| Keep selling my propellin' out your grid
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| World traveller, lyric babeller
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| Ain’t no telling where I been
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| Heart snatcher, soul grabber
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| These words sinking in your skin?
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| It’s like a cleanser, exfolliatin'
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| I turn that hate into motivation
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| I’m still here, now that’s admiration
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| You gotta applaud that appreciation
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| Don’t be appaulled at it, … made it
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| Where’s the adulation?
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| What I’m doing is extraordinary, nothing basic
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| Jordan 12's, few games yeah I’m known to play sick
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| Yeah my disposition ain’t never been complacent
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| Yeah I mean you’re faced with it
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| As the world turns like these goldies
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| As the… burns from this leaf
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| Cut way different leaf, we can’t sit with them
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| My soul cries out dawg, I get that feeling when
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| Just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkzz
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| I’m just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkz
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| Just trying to keep my shhhh together like these Gucci Linkz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gucci Linkz , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album New Wave / Another Level, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп