| Nickle nine, nine in the waistline
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| Diss me, fine, you won’t be the first one
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| Piss me off, you get done in the worst way
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| I bring light to the night, put the Sun in the Earth’s way
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| Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws
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| Of the dark blue house, y’all
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| Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y’all
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| Got hit, shot with the cannon when I’m standing up and going all out for
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| Phantom of the opera, sitting in the Phantom
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| In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y’all mouth
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| I drop names like Game, but I don’t mean say 'em
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| I mean spray 'em, they drop, brrt, ha
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| I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox
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| In a box in a river sitting stiffer than six o’clock
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| Knock, you can’t see me, labels you can’t sign me
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| You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?
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| Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah
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| I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah
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| Hoes that used to be like no going yeah
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| Somebody, anybody, say yeah
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| My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah
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| Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah
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| «I'm the last emcee that’s alive»
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| I’m the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws
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| I’m the politics involved and with profit in the starving
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| The model in the car means I told her
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| Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off
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| I got Vishis with me, so you gotta get him also
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| Rinky dink labels still tryna make me offers
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| You don’t wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off
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| I’m a boss, hear me out, gimme every office
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| Each and every artist y’all got, I want 'em
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| So run 'em, they don’t wanna fuck with me then I’ll gun 'em
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| So don’t get me started
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| 'Cause lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q’s and it’s gon' get retarded
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| Fees for shoes, Evisu jeans breezing through
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| Leaving your team green and blue
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| Only thing, the thing to do
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| Only thing, this ain’t no dream homie
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| This whole theme is true, get it?
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| Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah
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| I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah
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| Hoes that used to be like no going yeah
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| Somebody, anybody, say yeah
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| My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah
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| Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah
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| «I'm the last emcee that’s alive»
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| Yeah, weeding out static
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| Holding what I would rather have and not need
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| Than need and not have it
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| Me without gats is like me without battling
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| Beef without blasting, P without Havoc
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| The born again rapper
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| Sitting on enough classic tracks that could fill up a 40 gig Apple
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| IPod, I’m God, all bets I’m down like the rest I’m wild, yes
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| Plus I’m a teacher, niggas play hard
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| But I’m way harder 'cause I can keep it up like Levitra
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| Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra
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| Sick spit like I must’ve been touched by Jesus
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| Like I must’ve been groped by a diva
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| Or fucked by a model
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| Nope, you ain’t been approached by either
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| You standing where ya mans is at
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| I’m on stage getting paid controlling where y’all hands is at, get it?
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| Got it
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| Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah
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| I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah
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| Hoes that used to be like no going yeah
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| Somebody, anybody, say yeah
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| My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah
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| Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah
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| «I'm the last emcee that’s alive» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album Independent's Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп