| Super Villain shit, still Super Villain, shit
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| Hunnit 'Round Hef, true
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| Sending love but they sending hate
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| Niggas like us state the wave and then they imitate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Niggas never had a plan, we had to demonstrate
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| Better stay up in your place, you niggas been a plate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Put you on my dinner plate
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| My friends turn to foes and my foes turn to fans quick
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| My plans switched, almost had to get my mans clipped
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| Fresh RLX sweat suits with the Stan Smiths
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| Dizzy off the juice, floating down the van with it
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| Almost sold my soul to the devil, he tried to short me
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| Shorty said my dick is a drug, she tryna snort me
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| Pussy niggas panicing, plotting, tryna report me
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| Go and take a nap in the dirt you even retort me
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| Plotting on that Porshe as soon as I get my portion
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| Money is the only thing triggered off my endorphins
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| Section 8 babies relate me, niggas been
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| Come between that and it’s coffins, no caution
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| Flossing, sipping all this codeine, I ain’t coughing
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| Giant nigga, running New York like Tom Coughlin
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| Bitches swallow all of my kids, call it abortions
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| Plug got hit, now he sick, he facing deport, shit
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| Sending love but they sending hate
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| Niggas like us state the wave and then they imitate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Niggas never had a plan, we had to demonstrate
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| Better stay up in your place, you niggas been a plate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Put you on my dinner plate
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| My heart froze over, colder than Nova Scotia
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| Quote me, don’t eat pussy unless it’s kosher
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| Keep toasters like poachers, they don’t reside in they holsters
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| Let 'em off at vultures for the coachers
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| Sculpted from the hands of the most high
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| Now I’m the most high, rose from out the land where most die
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| We sinning so most lie, really do we win but most try
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| Seldom do we smile, but most cry
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| Staircase all pissy, moms snapping at me, she all bitchy
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| Starving so my palms still all itchy
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| The Don Corleone in a 'Lo bomber, armed with a red squadron
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| Of soldiers that smoke ganja, prevoke drama
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| And tote llamas, curve karma, embrace commas
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| We chase dollars, same time we evade collars
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| I’m a different type of ignorant
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| Educated and domesticated but I’m just to militant
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| Sending love but they sending hate
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| Niggas like us state the wave and then they imitate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Niggas never had a plan, we had to demonstrate
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| Better stay up in your place, you niggas been a plate
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| Dare a nigga try and test me for my dinner plate
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| We gon' take his top off and let it ventilate
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| Put you on my dinner plate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Safety , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Super Villain, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп