| Throw the rice, throw the rice
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| Hand me envelopes of money, man
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| Tap the glass, break the glass with your foot shit
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| Longshoresman, long foreskin
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| Bam Bam, Bronsolino
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| Queens, New York
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| Come to the crib with a whore
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| Make sure she touching the mezuzah on the door
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| Damn she’s a keeper
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| Rolled a reefer, tighter than a beaver
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| Full stretch catching balls like a receiver
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| My peoples in the bullpens, no reliever
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| Ho deceiver, fetch the paper like a gold retriever
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| Old homos that’ll hold the heater
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| Dropping knowledge like a Roman teacher
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| While the drugs burn slow, elk is in the oven
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| My silhouette is fucking stunnin'
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| I’m never cryin' from an onion
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| I’m eating pheasant out in London
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| Trying to get that presidential funding
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| African mud, exfoliate the skin
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| Like Shammgod the way I stay around the rim
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| Kamikaze shit, Origami flip
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| Bitch popping a lip and then I’m choppin' off a tit
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| Black 550s at the wine tasting
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| Bitches bathe in the basin
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| Send him my regards like a bullet from my enemies
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| Sip Riesling, we collect the shell casings, case in point
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| An artisan, steady aim like a archer
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| You see this fine art prevented my departure
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| Two swoons spooning in Belize
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| Bikini models, photshoots overseas
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| Sip Bellinis
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| Real Chilean bass we order oysters
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| Black De-Vosses, four-door porsches
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| Humidors more moisture, no moissanites
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| Breitlings, Hublots, watchmen
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| Essentially no diamonds at all, ride stock rims
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| Sip Jameson, sea salt for my lady friends
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| 1800 shots, 100 shot clips
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| On the cliff with my bitch, see the solar eclipse
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| Eclectic, ecstatic, disposable money spending sporadic
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| I steam self-esteem, 1200 for the jacket
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| Bored at the smorgasbord, whore money seek
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| More like the school board
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| Convert convertible tops
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| Fold em like a board game sipping chambord
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| Ballgame
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| Game nigga
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| Word up, fat lady singing nigga
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| Like I was saying though
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| Maybe y’all niggas already know
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| These are moments niggas
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| Egyptian musk, bitches blush
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| A vintage tux, the Dillinger’s tucked
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| Diamond cufflinks trini cut
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| Pills crush, my riches such is like slush
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| Come through in the clutch
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| Mix the lean with the Crush
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| The X6, whip the beamer truck, I’m deep in the cut
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| Smoked the tree more of Puertos Ricans fuck
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| My shit come with the gentleman’s kit
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| Join the fellowship
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| You catch me hopping out that limo with your yellow bitch
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| Spit a capellos, walkin' on petals, raw we used to peddle
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| Get it clicking like stilettos, cigarellos
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| No regular hoes
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| Red bones, credit loans, testosterone
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| My flesh got the coppertone
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| Quick with the gemstar choppin' stone
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| Blocks of ice kept the vodka cold
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| My pockets is swoll
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| Bust a couple shots from out the foxhole
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| Catch you like Sonny when you stop at the toll
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| Solid gold all on my collarbone, only momma knows
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| That bread we never promised hoes
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| Pay homage to those
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| I’m polished to the toe, sip Moscatos
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| Picassos
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| 12 shells dig in your meat, like a taco
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| The heat’s by my cock though, spit hot when the block got slow
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| Dry Milanos, sly hoes like Nelly Furtado
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| Hit the high note
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| Rock a fly coat
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| I’m just sowing my wild oats
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| You gotta leet me run free baby
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| I got to leave you baby
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| I got to get my hat, I got to go
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| I got to go, baby
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| Thank you for listening baby
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| Thank you for understanding |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sincerely Antique , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album The Pimpire Strikes Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп