| All my niggas came up out the dope hole
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| Dirty ass fork in the coke hole
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| Pull up in the trap it’s a dope show
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| Got a coke and the smoke flow
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| Niggas pumping all the gas, it’s a no go
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| Strapped with the Ocho, bricks from Acapulco
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| Get them bitches in by the boatload if you don’t know
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| Be on them blocks that you don’t go
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| Say you down to ride but you won’t though
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| Fall asleep with my .44 (with my grip)
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| Backseat, backblock with a dirty stick
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| The early shift, extended with the pearly grip
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| I got a jug, you need a thirty-six
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| Now I can hit him with a dirty brick and still make them birdies flip
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| Big catty on my curvy shit, she give me brain on some nerdy shit
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| Project, lil' dirty bitch, Lil Durky shit
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| Now pass my 30 clip, now pass that 30 clip
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| My gun game good, sorta like Contra
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| Money over bitches is my mantra
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| Nigga I’m a monster, stomp ya face 'til my boots red
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| All they saw was the coupe fled and two dead
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| Young demon, blunt steaming and joint fiending
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| Say she drunk semen, it’s still trunk season
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| Super fucking Villain man, Super Villain shit man
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| Taking niggas out, taking niggas heads off
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| You wanna play a hero nigga?
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| Taking niggas out
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| I’m a degenerate, ain’t got no fucking etiquette
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| Posted in the projects with some predicates
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| Accumulating wealth based of my rhetoric
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| The opposite of benevolent
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| Trunks get trunked like elephants
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| I’m drunk stumbling down the staircase
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| Seen a lick to rob the nigga bare faced
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| Y’all queer, I don’t fear jakes
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| Ain’t from Chicago but I’m EBK
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| Fuck the DEA, NYPDK, anybody get it
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| You a faggot, I’m a basket case
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| Try to take my cash now that’s the
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| Tragic closed casket case
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| I shot him twice that was my last mistake
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| Now I get up close range then I wring it 'til the plastic break
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| Step across that gun line
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| My canon got a drum, it get to banging like drum line
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| Fuck that one time I let it go at your front line
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| And hit a punk spine, I don’t do battles with punchlines, ya dig me?
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| Good, now dig a hole and drop the corpse
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| That .40 make your wig split like a divorce
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| Altough it’s rough, always maintained and steered the course
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| I told her suck me 'til she lost it
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| But this bitch, she paint my portrait |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Predicate Felon , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Super Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп