| Light shines above
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| Tires peeled (Skrrt)
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| Jewelry around the neck of a thug
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| Juug’s made (Makin' plays)
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| Eyes covered in shades, designs and braids
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| Gilded age (Golden Age, baby), the redirected rage, prowling across the stage
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| It’s a new age and it all happens when niggas rap (Niggas rap)
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| Barbara’s son, little Reggie raps
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| When niggas rap
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| Deep inside your mind, paint a picture
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| Echo through the time like a scripture (Forever)
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| High and all reclined on some pimp shit
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| Style up every line, rap supremist
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| Stack a lot of Gs, that the premise in these Star Wars, I phantom and I menace
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| Benz rims twist, scoop her in an instant
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| Big body, yeah, I turned her to a gymnast
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| Did her so good, called me a feminist (Thank you)
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| You geeked up off the shit that I’ve been did
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| Splendid, resplendent, his eminence, sometimes I just sit in remembrance
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| Of all the thorough niggas gone, now it’s bitch shit
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| Wearing Japanese on me like I’m Rembrandt
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| CD bulldog to the finish
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| Some of my niggas pimped, but I didn’t
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| I ain’t make it this far unblemished
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| Shout out all the street chemists
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| I spoke deep wild thoughts, she was into it
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| It’s safe to assume that we intimate (It's simple)
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| And it’s intricate, slap the shit out of a beat, ooh, you pimpin' Ish
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| I’m Purple Tape Nate, seal a corny niggas fate
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| I pull up wearing diamonds at the pearly gates
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| Told my niggas, «I'm sorry that I’m late»
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| Royal radical in pics gripping snakes
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| Brawl tactical, my finger’s on your fate
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| In a ménage, two queens, drew an ace
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| If I’m coming to her town she mark the date (Ooh)
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| Bitch look like a seven-layer cake
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| Hotline blinging like I’m Drake (Ooh)
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| Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m smooth, it’s my fate
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| Paradise draped, all my bars laced so you know I’m straight
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| And my jewels is juicy like some grapes
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| Maple Ghostface’s and the soles is crepe
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| Ooh, amore Portuguese, I text her pictures of the tickets, let’s escape
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| Empty threats, his G card is fake
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| I gleam gold stitches in my jeans
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| She said it’s like I stepped out her dream (Staring out her dream)
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| Constellation crowned, we the cleanest
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| Scooping money out the pot like it’s cheese dip
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| Why you worried how another mans jeans fit? |
| (Weirdo)
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| Oh word, he a genius?
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| Mm, I bet he heard Purple Tape Nate though |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fast Learner , by - Shabazz Palaces. Song from the album The Don Of Diamond Dreams, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп