| Throw your hands up
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| Throw your hands up
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| Let the pad Thai glisten, the Kirby Puckett thunder kitchen
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| I’m serving fresh fucking parking lot Winn Dixie
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| I poured the melted hockey puck into the Dixie cup
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| Jump out the Heathcliff truck and then I hiccup
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| The Benz seat belt hotter than a patty melt
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| I spoke vivid vocabulary words to make sure I was felt
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| They didn’t feel me
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| Frostbite touch my earring
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| I wouldn’t let you near me
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| Fall back, you hard at hearing
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| I rock the stormtrooper shades just to evade you ace of spades
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| Just so you don’t evade my mental drapes
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| Just to ensure that we don’t make eye contact
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| Ask me to tag you in a photograph and I won’t call you back
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| What has Arkane do with random dudes
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| Think invisible clout in a digital console
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| Can blur the lines of unparalleled realms and abstract gold
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| I wouldn’t even let you watch me paper fold, you might taint my soul
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| I hate to use the word hate but I hate to procrastinate
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| I hate I had to elevate just to further separate from you cakes and fakes
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| You sponge soft heathen, don’t have no business breathing
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| I made forty grand last weekend, I was sleeveless
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| While you was sleeping ask your granny where the grilled cheese is
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| I pray for the Lord’s burberry blessings and resurrection
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| While you’re scrolling through the Instagram comment section
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| Yeah I valet the Coupe in Kuwait, I left the roof down for vape
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| FN on my waist
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| Yeah khaki commando, the Lambo on my lap
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| Who the fuck is RiFF RAFF? |
| Yeah I’m cocky when I rap
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| You should go to Planet Fitness 'cause you’re tacky and you’re fat
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| Your grey Hanes shirt sweat stain on the back
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| Mom pats your back and laughs when you running laps
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| Bought the burberry Bentley for the Prada parking space
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| You ain’t worth minimum wage, I can see it in your face
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| RiFF
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| Yeah baby
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| You can hear the piano, I’m Tony Soprano
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| And I’m not like Rambo when I’m wearing the camoflauge
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| It’s a mirage, butt fuck you in the garage
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| Underwater flows are magic
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| SCUBA stands for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus
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| Doing ayahuasca with merlins
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| I opened up the Persian curtains, it’s a whirlwind
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| Me and Donald Trump disagree on a lot of stuff
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| But we seem to get along at the taco truck
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| He was telling me some awful stories
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| I’m like «Bitch, pass the guacamole»
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| Uno, dos, three, six, I was never good at arithmetics
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| Me and RiFF RaFF taking acid trips
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| And we’re coming to your town, hide your chicks
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| Pedal to the metal in the Pontiac Buick Civic
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| Lucid dreams to pre-teens, who you kidding
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| Single man, I single handedly diminish
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| Dolly Parton, my French braids I ain’t finished
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| Still act tight though, right in the glory hole
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| Looking like a unicorn from Borneo
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| On the Maury Show, I had the episode
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| 5-MeO-DMT down in Mexico
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| My whole life been a series of bad decisions
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| Now I just pet dogs and laugh with children
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| At the strip club, I’m alone in the corner
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| I paid $ 300 bucks just to get a boner
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| Crying tears of Almond Joy, she smells like cocoa butter
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| Doing coke in a stolen Toyota Tundra
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| I read books on drugs, yeah I’m learning man
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| I fly a UFO right into Burning Man
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| I want deep intellectual conversations
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| You on Instagram looking at your notifications
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| Weak humans, you all need stimulation
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| I meditate naked on a lake in Jamaica
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| I quit weed so I could analyze my wet dreams
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| Life ain’t always what it seems
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| It ain’t always what it seems, nope
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| Ain’t always what it… uh-uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ARROGANT AMERiCAN FREESTYLE , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album CRANBERRY VAMPiRE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп