| Yeah
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| I cut the fabric muthafuckas get reckless
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| I’m at the dinner table you ain’t make it past the breakfast
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| I’m next bitch, everything I drop is infectious
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| Next is a couple platinum plaques and a neckless
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| Tremendous how I walk into a room and leave you breathless
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| Maybe not you but your girl is tryin to mess with
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| Everything I talk about
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| I let her in and taught her how
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| To pick up on the signs
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| To the M’s in my Slaughterhouse
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| I got it now and you can’t fuckin handle it
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| Lights low candles lit ready to dismantle it
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| She channelin her inner Jenna Jameson
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| And shes got the swag that these bitches gettin famous in
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| Only thing I chase is gin mix it with some tonic
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| In the city of the brave bumpin dre
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| Blowin chronic nothin left to say
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| But fuck you to the comics
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| And I’m comin with a plate
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| And my beats are bubonic
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| Bitch!
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s
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| I’m back just smoked a blunt, uh
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| The one to turn a nun to a Nikki Nova
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| She got that super soaker
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| Tell her go and bend it over, I walk in I ball out
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| When I leave they all down
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| Big dog and I beat the pussy to a coma
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| Drill it like Oklahoma fill it like a filling
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| If you light up dim down the lights just a little bit
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| Perfect, you might ask is one night worth it
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| We can get ??? |
| it ain’t about the surface
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| Undercover lovers under covers
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| We can work it shawty move that body
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| Like you’ve got it with a purpose
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s
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| Oh no whoa hoe hold up
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| When my team showed up it was over
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| Oh no whoa hoe hold up
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| When my team rolled up it was rovers
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| Twisted my green like
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| I’m high in every scene
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| I give it my cream, this is my dream
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| Diemon is my team
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| It won’t stop until its red carpets
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| Nineteen with seventy tracks
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| Bitch I’m head-started
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| Lets get started with some shots
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| Blunts rolled bottles popped
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| Y’all know how it goes
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| Y’all know moscato got hoes
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| Top, rock hoes
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| Lookin like vatos
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| Tryna be great why niggas hate I do not know
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| Find 'em a plate
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| My niggas ate when I got dough
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| Finding my way
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| Through my mistakes and potholes
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| But God knows that I feel it in my soul
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| My life full of flight
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| But tonights full of ???
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s
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| Tonight we could fly like
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| Higher than a flight, no
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| So fire, I’m a light like
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| so it’s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C4 , by - Russ. Song from the album Straight from Limbo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп