| Sinatra
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| Gotcha
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| Ugh, my fly on autopilot, I don’t need a stylist (Harlem)
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| Create the fresh, all my pieces fire (Ugh)
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| I deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier
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| Send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas
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| Niggas is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish
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| Self-proclaimed real niggas, I tell em «Prove it» (Prove it)
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| Good energy across the landscape (Right)
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| Since when, a broke nigga could demand weight
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| Maybe, Rosetta Stone could come and translate
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| You put syrup on shit, don’t make it pancakes
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| Gem droppin', diamond test it, I can’t fake
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| Honestly flawed, Midas my tone, outta control
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| Found the prices on my size, still the product is flown
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| Nigga, Airplane Mode couldn’t silence my phone
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| They on my landline, Batline, all at my door
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| Ugh, I keep hearing these deep voices
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| I’m at a funeral and there’s heroin in these coffins (Open em)
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| Shawty tear up her feet walkin'
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| Slid her from squeeze to the Sheridan, we hawkin'
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| What you sharing? |
| I need often (Uh huh)
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| Dope for fifty-two had the Maryland streets talkin' (Yes)
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| I inherit the B-ballin' (Uh huh)
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| Down in the pain, I’m a scarier deep darkness (Ugh)
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| I steady push the Sour instead of kush (Uh huh)
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| Always fuck up the count, we call you Eddie Mush (Tell em)
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| When you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed
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| You keep an eye on the money, that cash or fetti look (Yes)
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| Hurry to leave, you never worry me, please
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| I promise won’t nothing grow if I go and bury your seed (Ha)
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| Thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these
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| From inside of the Chinese, hit that Keith Murray will squeeze (Wah)
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| Ugh, how you like this queen now? |
| (Now)
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| Step up on the scene (What's up?)
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| I adjust my crown (Ok)
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| Step up on the stage, shut it down, rock the crowd (Aye)
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| Standin' ovation, encore, take a bow
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| Wow, when they see this ass walk through (That ass)
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| Keep it confidential, broke niggas I don’t talk to (What?)
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| You think you can trick on me, that’s a gift for me (Ok)
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| Wrist like an iceberg, I’m about to make history (Ooouuuu)
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| Live flawless, my skin flawless
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| Flow hot like the left side of the faucet
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| I never force it (Never)
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| Model chick, I might endorse it (Ugh)
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| And if the coin good, you know I probably floss it
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| Hop in a Ferrari, the only time I’m down with horseplay (Vroom)
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| Button on the wheel, run the engine like it’s foreplay (Ugh)
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| Phone always buzzin', all these options make a boss play
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| Virgil Oblah, only time I have a off day (Aaaa)
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| Keith Harring to street art
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| Drip get delivered, I don’t wait on release par'
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| Street smarts and a sweetheart
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| Be better not bitter, bitch like a sweet tart
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| Aaa, It’s Supreme
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| You a person I look at, that talk
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| That know what they talkin' about
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| Wait, what? |
| Don’t bring my moms into this, please
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| Indistinguishable phone chatter
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| About?
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| Indistinguishable phone chatter
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| No, won’t you Google it
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| I’m not Googling it, what about you pop up?
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| I do Wayne, 3rd but yo, if this
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| Let me tell you something, boo
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| You listening?
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| Oh, that’s why you talkin' like that
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| Cause you infront on somebody
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| Cause you infront of your little fuckin-
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| Your friend is probably fuckin' wack too
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| So you tryna fucking show up, that’s what you doin'
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| First of all, nah we don’t do those, we don’t do those
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| We from the Westside of the Bronx, we do not do those
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| Fuck the Westside of the Bronx!
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| Yo, why you be disrespectin'-
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| That shit is not poppin'
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| Yo, you know what? |
| You know what, boo?
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| I’m, I’m now you, you not becoming my boo
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| You now becoming my enemy cause you disrespected
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| Why-, why am I becoming your enemy?
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| Cause you disrespecting the Westside
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| And you know I’m from there
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| How am I disrespecting the Westside?
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| You talk about how you wanna put on some absurdity on the phone
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| Why don’t you follow suit and go along with what you said?
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| Stupid
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| And you also said that um, that the one «is just me with your fucking sister»
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| Right?
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| They are my sisters, they, they my sis-
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| You said that, right?
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| And in my dreams, you was just fuckin' em, right?
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| I wasn’t just, that’s when we were kids
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| Oh, so you mean to tell me that they’re holdin' on the memories from when y’all
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| was kids havin' sex?
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| Yo, I don’t wanna argue about other people
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| You know what I’m sayin? |
| They ain’t got nothin to do with me and you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rosetta Stone , by - Nyemiah Supreme. Song from the album Uptown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп