| Future of the game, and it’s big pressure
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| Benz Kompressor, same color as lemon pepper
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| Interior iodized, chinchilla pepper
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| All these niggas falling off
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| Think they really lepers
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| All superior strategists who I build with
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| Attack them from the weak side like a will blitz
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| Every meal’s sacred like we’re eating gilda fish
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| We’re balling for real
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| You niggas Miličić
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| I ain’t feeling chicks
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| They’re all heartless here
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| All they do is chase sacks like Demarcus Ware
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| Embassy
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| We’re America’s team
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| Kush bales, brick sales, America’s dream
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| Wrapped tight, cellophane plastic on the coke
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| And a flow that be sicker than Magic’s results
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| Positively the best, in the Lexus reclining
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| More dangerous than drunk texting and driving
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| Gucci loafers exclusive, call them next years
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| If you ain’t talking dough, it’s falling on deaf ears
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| Helen Keller
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| I don’t see these niggas
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| TCP & Nazareth
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| We’re feeding niggas
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| I said, uhm
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| Pull it off like a mask when the caper’s finished
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| Swordfish, lemon butter sauce, with the capers
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| Willie two-times
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| I get-the-papers, get-the-papers
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| My abnormal rapport, my normal nomenclature
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| Rare form for the art form
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| Cold like the Netherlands
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| Sever hands of a thief
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| Hawthorne
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| Bitches playing nurse
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| For a purse
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| I disperse worth
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| Sweet like a Werther’s, Original
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| In intervals
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| I count the money
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| Hundreds with the hundreds
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| Fifties with the fifties
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| Twenties with the twenties
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| Preserved like a mummy
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| Willie the Kid
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| Renaissance Man
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| Amazing Poet
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| Sipping Chimay with some jezebels you probably go with
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| Jacuzzi bubble
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| Terry cloth
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| Ralph Lauren slippers
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| I’m debonair, a souvenir from ocean and for dinner
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| It’s simply ravishing
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| Ocean waves crashing in
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| Cash in these chips
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| Take sips of Jameson
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| Amazing blade welder
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| I’m Cecil Fielder in the field
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| I don’t field niggas
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| Willie Lynch rich
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| House niggas verse the field niggas
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| Porsche panorama engine
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| Purring like a panther
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| Well-versed
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| Every line, every stanza
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| We’re shooting like Bonanza
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| Niggas kissed the canvas
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| Wait
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| That’s all I’ve got Bronze |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Blitz , by - S-Class SonnySong from the album The Living Daylights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп