| A bullet in the head reminds me of the first time my nigga Pharrell came around
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| me wearing that goddamn trucker hat
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| To me, that shit only looks good on you
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| So, goddamn it, I don’t fuck with that
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| Niggas is fucking lameos, I wanna see you dead
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| Fuck you mean, you ain’t gay?
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| You get more anal than a sneaker head
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| It’s Thanksgiving, it’s turkey time, pick up an Indian midget
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| Flip him and dip his turban in turpentine
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| I’m fly, my mic is like a star
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| Lady Liberty herself can light my cigar
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| I can’t lose, come through with them bruisers
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| We all got furs on like we at the fight with Frank Lucas
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| My clip’ll buck at you, I’ll fuck a bitch, let her suck my dick
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| You? |
| You sweat her, Cliff Huxtable
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| Y’all niggas tense in this bitch, you carry guns for self defense
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| I play off-fence with this bitch
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| I don’t stop beefing until I hear sirens
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| I’ll eat you before I get a meal, like five wings
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| Your momma got a kickstand on her fucking leg
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| And she drink sizzurp, I call her Eileen
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| I’m a hustler, clean you up
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| If I say that I’m flipping the bird
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| It doesn’t mean that I’m putting my middle finger up
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| Walking out with cash, every day, you bitch niggas
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| Y’all ain’t shit, y’all just talking out your ass
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| I’m like the 80's, ho, your wife nipple look like a little baby toe
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| I’m 'bout to life the shotty, bullets hit your body
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| It’s gon' be a long Talladega Night, Ricky Bobby
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| I spit 100% pure, Whitney, Bobby
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| Fuck bitches, all I do is fuck bitches
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| She in my hotel room at 1, 1:10, she in the lobby
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| The pump’s the shotty
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| So tell your momma find me in your city high
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| And I’m prolly gon' be drunker than Robby
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| I got a new college bitch, she be like:
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| «Yeah, we should get together sometime
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| Maybe go to a party and dance.»
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| I said: «Yeah, that’d be a no, cause I’m not a partying man
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| But I’ll definitely still put you on the list for the party in my pants.»
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| I got a hustler flow
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| For fifty mil, I will drink Manny Pacquiao’s blood
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| And watch my muscles grow
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| You bitch, it’s what you get
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| I got a fetish for cheddar cheese, lettuce, and spinach
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| I’m in the best fucking rap group ever invented |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Acapella , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album Bar Exam 3 (The Most Interesting Man), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп