| See, see God said «Let there be light»
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| Then he created man who roamed Earth to hunt
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| Then he created the beast
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| Nickel let’s go
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| I bang my weapon, I think grotesque shit before I bless this
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| Ink on my paper, I R-A-K-I-M with my efforts
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| I K-R-S it, AK’s my preference, how dare y’all mess with me
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| Lyrically, I bury y’all best shit, I’m here to carry out y’all death wish
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| They can’t digest it
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| Like injecting bloggers with infections
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| They can’t digest it
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| They rate my albums, they taint my message
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| They can’t digest it
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| Call this Inception, Shawshank Redemption
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| This is my movie, pardon my special effects
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| I’m sittin' in my jacuzzi
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| Blessings on blessings, one of us eating
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| One can’t digest shit
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| I let you pull my chain, I might as well let you come take my necklace
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| Used to pay out without gettin' back shit
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| Now I’m collecting, plugging, connected
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| But know that definitely ain’t my confession
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| Block got turned up like Tetris
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| Got problems I need correcting
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| I’m out here bird watching, plus I got a Popeye’s obsession
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| Hot thighs and breasts has guys out right now tryna impress them
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| Feels like I’m at a drive thru makin' a final selection
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| This chick tryna find out who I slept with
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| I’m 'bout to let it happen cause who I smashed was her best friend,
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| that’s misdirection
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| Dealing with women with friends
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| One thing I learned is my lesson
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| This like Bob Evans, they share sausage but can’t digest it
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| But then God created the woman
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| And the woman needed to led by something other than man
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| So he created the queen
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| Tiara, get 'em
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| They can’t digest this
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| Food for thought cause this flow don’t sit well in your small intestines
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| You know I grace these tracks
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| Yo eyes closed, amen, yes I blessed it
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| They can’t contest it
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| No competitions, oh no contestants
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| I’m giving lessons
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| Eyes on my pupils, yes, class in session
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| I do this with no effort, no stressing, so no compression
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| They fuel off my aggression, I kill shit, that’s my profession
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| You try to come bum my spot, better think twice
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| Yes, use your discretion
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| I eat, sleep, breathe my passion for music, this my obsession
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| Look, hop in the booth and take off
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| Yep, rocket ship, I’m rockin' shit
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| Making this hard to digest
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| I pass right by you chicks, I buy you chicks
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| Like I’m Warren Sapp, I fly right by you chicks
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| You say yo cap is fire, whoo
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| Well, I’m gon' light this fire, bitch
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| Step if you wanna, I’m wreckin' you up
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| Talking lots of shit but I’m backin' you up
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| Get that ass hit like you backin' it up
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| And I’m killin' the game like the casket is shut
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| Digest it, they can’t digest it
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| Caitlyn’s a man but she’s wearin' dresses
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| They can’t digest it
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| Police killing people where there ain’t no justice
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| They can’t digest it
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| Paris invaded by all the terrorists
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| We can’t digest it
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| Cure for diseases but never get 'em
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| How they 'sposed to make money if they ain’t got no one infected?
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| The world gon' end real soon, especially if Trump gets elected
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| So, the moral of the story goes
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| This is plain and dope, this is Bad Half
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| This is bad dope
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| Tiara, Royce, Mr. Porter
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| We can’t digest it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Digest, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Trust The Shooter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп