| Here they come yo
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| Here they come
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| Yeah Yeah
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| I ex-spits your bole
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| The tire you kicks is toyal
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| Black diamonds lookin' like tires dipped in oil
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| You niggas is about as fly as the wings on a parrot
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| If you a king I turn you into a king on a terrace
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| I’m sick with the fuck-a-nigga flu
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| Defiant as?
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| The Imus
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| These nappy headed hoes is like a science
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| When I got the permit to tell that bitch «perm it»
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| These niggas ain’t got
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| Nothin' up their sleeves like a tank top
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| Stay in the streets with you like some rain drops
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| Nickel can’t stop
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| Stick the game up
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| Leave them hands up
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| And then I flee away with Lil' Wayne’s spot
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| Here they come yo
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| Bitches in the front row
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| Titties out they blouses
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| Screamin' out that they want mo
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| This is that
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| Lights out
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| Bring them bikes out
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| White boys bring them spikes out
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| I goes in
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| Where the G’s at?
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| Throw your hands up
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| Stand up
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| Give me feed back
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| Where the G’s at?
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| Where them true MC’s at?
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| Guess who stepped through?
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| Royce
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| (He's back)
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| I’m a problem to these little niggas ain’t I ma?
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| I’m prettier than you are honey, how vein am I?
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| Which lane am I?
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| I can do whatever style
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| I’m a mixture between Old Jeezy & 7 Mile
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| Let them bow to the devil’s son, heaven’s child
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| I’m the present, now and naw, I ain’t tryin' to reconcile (nope)
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| All I’m tryin' to say is, what you been eatin'
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| I’m takin' til you lookin' like the '07 Kevin Liles
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| This a new day
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| But I ain’t here to shoot you up
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| I’m sayin', not the new Dre and I’m the new Kurupt
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| Machine gun flow
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| Run and put the two two up
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| Tell the label to throw the tutu on you when they suit you up
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| Here they come yo
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| Soundin' like the booth blew up
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| Every time I rhyme you have to come and wipe the poo poo up
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| This is that
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| Light out
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| Bring them bikes out
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| White boys bring them spikes out
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| I goes in
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| Where the G’s at?
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| Throw your hands up, stand up
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| Give me feedback
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| Where the G’s at?
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| Where the true MC’s at?
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| Guess who stepped through
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| Royce
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| (He's back)
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| A lot of speculation on a nigga’s reputation
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| I better state that I don’t hesitate to set it straight
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| D Twizzy, them my niggas I don’t ever hate
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| We can do a song for the cheddar date, set a date
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| And I ain’t never fake
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| Always real always feel
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| Sicker than whoever you feel is always ill
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| But I ain’t sorry, chill
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| I ain’t come from Sorryville
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| I’m from the land of banana clips and Ferrari peels
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| Off leavin' a cloud of smoke the child is dope
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| The man is crack and I’m demandin' my advantage back (yes)
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| And it’s that simple
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| Your man is back sinful
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| My bitch icey, nicety as Janet Jack Central
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| Here they come yo
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| Drum roll
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| Only one flow
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| Son know
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| And it’s the reason you don’t want «Whoa»
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| This is that lights out
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| Bring them bikes out
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| Whites boys…
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| Y’all know the rest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Goes In , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album Lost Files, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп