| «This game’s in the refrigerator: the door is closed, the lights are out,
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| the eggs are cooling, the butter’s getting hard, and the Jell-O's jigglin'!»
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| That’s when they played in the set nigga
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| CMT baby, Inglewood shit
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| You see the foreign bread, it’s a target on our back
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| We taking all fades nigga, Sox Gang
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| The city got me feeling like a ROY
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| Everybody talking 'bout the boy
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| The city got me feeling like a ROY
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| Everybody talking 'bout the boy
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| My dogs crying tattooed tears
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| I’m tryna find a nigga I can fear
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| That money make a bad bitch cheer
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| Everybody making noise for the rookie of the year (X3)
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| Everybody making noise for the rookie of the
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| Man everybody make noise
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| Money on my mental, I put that on everything I’ve been through
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| Diamonds on my neck got me frozen, I could melt these bitches down and buy a
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| Benz coupe
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| I don’t be fucking around with the fuck around, I get to buckin' I’ll have you
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| ducking down
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| I don’t be fucking around with the fuck around, I’d rather make these hundreds
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| double on you fucking clowns
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| On a nigga that pull up with killers loaded, hands on them arms bet I get your
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| ass floated
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| Used to stand on corners pitching like my name was Nolan, Ryan maybe try it
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| maybe
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| Capricorn but I rap like a lion baby, niggas looking at me like I was brazy
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| Tell them this how money and the violence made me
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| Better yet nigga this is how the I done made me
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| Rap pay good but I still got peace, ain’t too many niggas like me
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| Icy fresh on my all day, cool 80K chilling on my white tees ay
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| Nigga tell the people what you lying for, I could get to them bands under a
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| blindfold
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| 100K I bet rollie switch the weather for me, especially if you know them niggas
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| hiding oh
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| See I got niggas that will flock on your whole spot, tow the doors and put
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| locks on dope spots
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| Run up on me tripping off a show knot, ask if it’s an issue I just show up not
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| Talk to me, talk to me, just don’t talk awkwardly
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| I keep this Glock with me, and keep that guap on me
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| You’d do that too if you knew what they offered me
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| I’m so greedy I want nothing they got for me hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roy , by - Skeme. Song from the album Ingleworld 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп