| Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK
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| Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
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| PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off
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| Punk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our black off
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| THug life nigga since '96 I wanted to gang bang
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| Few years later I’m really from it, we were still kids
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| Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell break
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| Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face
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| Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways
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| Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen
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| Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone
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| Can’t fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin
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| Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on
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| All bad bitcHes, tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone
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| Real life nigga, I’m in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown
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| Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone
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| Y’all don’t Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt
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| UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer
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| I see tHe money rigHt, ugH
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| YeaH, I’m (Blank Face)
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| Clear everytHing out tHe safe
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| Crack tHe pig bank, robbin' your kids too
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| My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH
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| Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougH
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| Lot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl for you
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| And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits
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| Pistol tHrougH your Civic
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| Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit
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| Drive slow, oH, Hey
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| Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors
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| Look around now you’re Hellbound, boogie down
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| BullsHit I won’t allow, slang a bird every Hou'
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| Smack a nigga witH tHe Heat
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| Contradicting, now you peace
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| Leave you triple six laying in defeat
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| Can you dig it?
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| Struck a matcH, tHey won’t finisH
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| Drop a nigga off, get a nigga wHipped
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| Squeezing fingertips, aye
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| Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK
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| Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates
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| PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off
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| Punk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black off
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| THug life nigga since '96 I want tHe gang bang
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| Few years later I’m really from it, we were still kids
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| Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty 'til tHe sHell break
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| Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face
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| Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways
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| Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen
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| Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone
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| Can’t fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin
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| Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on
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| All bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone
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| Real life nigga, I’m in tHe stu' 'til all tHe weed blown
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| Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone
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| Y’all don’t Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt
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| UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer
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| I see tHe money rigHt, ugH
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| YeaH, I’m (Blank Face)
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| Exactly what I’mma have when the cops come
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| Body languages, the same as when the shots rung
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| Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun
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| Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah
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| Running with the rebels, it’s a three-man weave
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| With the Lord and the devil
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| Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel
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| If I can’t proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)
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| Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)
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| With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)
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| My heart’s getting colder
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| When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder
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| You notice I got the, (blank face)
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| I heard nothing, I ain’t seen nothing
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| I ain’t in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin'
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| F y’all for ever hating me
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| As I sit there while they interrogate me
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| I’m staring at 'em with the (blank face)
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| Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh
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| New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it
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| Uh, rims flying down the road huh
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| Five in the morning, feds knockin' on my door huh
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| Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high
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| Tell me put the gun down, I’m probably gonna die
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| I know, I know, big guns sell dope
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| Eddie Kane’s little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah
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| Open Eddie Kane for hire
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| Been tryna get rich for hours
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| Nights like this I wish
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| Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo…
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| Yo, uh, yo, uh
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| Need the car with no mileage
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| Kristoff on my pallet |
| My cigar full of cabbage
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| Came from the dirt to the carrots
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| Getting dirty dollars
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| Fuck different baby mommas
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| Dope between the speakers
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| So fuck you mister teacher
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| Cause the paper, I ace it
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| Lead, they tried to erase it
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| But I’m still standing
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| They mad at everything
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| Nothing given, I’mma take it first
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| On the trees like a hammock
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| Flip the work behind the campus
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| Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie…)
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| Gang bang it, don’t slang it
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| GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up
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| Fuck tryna sneak the K in
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| On the road to riches
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| Thank you Mister Reagan
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| You helped them dollars rake in
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| And to my uncle that hooked up the family
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| That shit that you was smokin'
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| I was pushin' residue like on the cushion
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| I’mma blame it on your ass cause I ain’t gettin' whoopings
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| And your proof is in the pudding
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| I’m his grandma’s baby, Eddie Kane
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| (Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)
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| Standing in the white light and we on
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| And we on
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| And is there any other smokers in here?
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| And we on
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| And is there any other smokers in here?
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| And we on
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| Is there any other smokers in here?
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| Keys open doors on the road to my heart
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| Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high
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| And I know…
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| We’re next to go, around, around, around
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| We’re next to go, around, around, around
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| Walk right into the light
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| Getting a feeling in the night
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| spice
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| You’re my only Christ
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| I have only eyes for you
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| I have only eyes for you
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| Your soul is mine
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| Your soul is mine
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| Mine, mine, mine, mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп