| What the fuck’d I do? |
| Diss a whole bunch of pussy ass rappers?
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| Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then, man
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| These niggas, y’all think these niggas tough (boom boom boom boom boom boom
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| boom!)
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| But I don’t think these niggas real killas
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| I know what’s goin' on
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| Ay yo
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| These rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
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| I had to tell that bitch, «Don't touch my waves!»
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| Layin' by the pool, $ 3K for the shades
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| 100 round drum release five in your brain
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| When bricks went on sale I was going insane
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| My shooter said, «Lord, you don’t even gotta pay me
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| I’ma shoot the fuck nigga block up for the fame»
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| Still duckin' my third felony, I’m on skates
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| Fuck the halfway house, I’d rather wait
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| Three stamps for some noodles and I’m straight
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| Griselda is the illest, no debate
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| While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m fuckin' they broads
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| Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| That nigga had to tell his boo
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| Don’t trust my ways
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| Laying by the pool
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| $ 3K for the shades
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| These rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| Yeah
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| Get you whacked it only cost a band
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| Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land
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| My shooter been buggin' since niggas off’ed his man
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| Lil' dirty nigga, type to piss and don’t wash his hands
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| Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam
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| Niggas rap good about them bricks
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| But never bought a gram
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| Flow outta this world
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| I’m the martian man
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| Every shirt sell out in minutes
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| Now that’s a market plan, yeah
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| If I reach it’s for a weapon
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| Release three in your chest
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| And in peace you niggas restin'
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| Leave niggas in sections
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| Pieces of you left in the street nigga
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| I’m more than a street nigga, you guessed it
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| Pussy, I’m never beefin' on a record
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| I beat niggas to death
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| That’ll teach niggas a lesson
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| Machine nigga
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| Free all the real niggas locked I’m a king nigga
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| One hundred shots in that magazine nigga
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| While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m fuckin' they broads
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| Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| That nigga had to tell his boo
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| Don’t trust my ways
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| Laying by the pool
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| $ 3K for the shades
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| These rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| Nigga
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| We taking all comers
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| Caking all summer
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| They playing basketball
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| We playing take they ball from 'em
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| I’m in front of the stove wit' it
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| Check the score, the Rolex is gold
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| I’m going old Lexus Hov, sellin' blow
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| Thuggin' for a purpose on my Pac shit
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| Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit
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| They passing around Moet bottles, but I don’t gossip
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| All I do is real nigga shit like a
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| Wiggle and shake to get through my day
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| And I don’t assume
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| I just been down and diggin' my crate
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| And end up on the moon
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| Once you hit a nigga in the eye
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| They gon' change though
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| Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky
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| Ain’t no rainbow
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| I was born physically conflicted with Christ
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| Though I’m God sent, I was sent through the light
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| Though I was meant to only exist in the night
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| There’s only one of me
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| I can easily imagine runnin' rap
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| But I can’t even fathom rap running me
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| I guess you 'spect me to wear dress shoes
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| And be hangin' with YesJulz
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| Or be wearin' leather pants with the chaps underneath
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| Lookin' like half a fag
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| Bout to have a glass of «flat tummy tea»
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| Tell your wife chill out with the retweets
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| And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth
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| Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer
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| She may just stay saner, I may just roll up in the Wraith
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| Where she play and just David Blaine her
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| While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m fuckin' they broads
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| Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls
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| That nigga had to tell his boo
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| Don’t trust my ways
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| Laying by the pool
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| $ 3K for the shades
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| These rap niggas at the governor ball
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| I’m baggin' eight balls |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Govenor Ball , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Bar Exam 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп