| Really Right
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| My last flip got me thinking real estate
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| Them conversations really put me in a different space
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| Doing dirt in different towns gotta switch the plates
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| My homie fighting behind the wall hoping they appeal his case
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| Fast life of good nigga jam, that’s the penalty
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| Hit my cell, said he ain’t need nothing, but good energy
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| Stand up fella, never fake the jacks
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| Sent the package anyway
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| It ain’t like he can return it back
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| Hustler trying to advance to the clubs, that’s a different sack
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| Rolling up something a little louder
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| That’s for the people in the back
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| Take a loss never end, get a win bet it back
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| Close friends it’s all nonverbal, that’s how we interact
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| Cribs with high ceilings
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| Morse code dealings
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| Cribs with high ceilings
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| Morse code dealings
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| (Get out ya feelings)
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| All it takes a few hand signals like I’m an umpire
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| Flick of the nose mean gun fire
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| Fun fact the campaigns still KONY
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| And that’s unbiased
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| Regroup the army’s artillery
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| Dare you to come try us
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| Models, short stay lovers, all one-nighters
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| Smoking experience, they can’t think of no one higher
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| Put the lil homie down that was this months hire
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| Old school accountant still doing numbers wearing a sun visor
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| Slow grind can be annoying misusing a bum lighter
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| When your lungs dried up, and you got some fire
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| Rap messiah, Cream, no Breyers scheme, Osiris me
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| Young tyrants
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| Cribs with high ceilings (Westside Gunn ad lib)
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| Morse code dealings
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| Ayo
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| Crib with high ceilings
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| Morse code dealings
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| Ayo ayo
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| Balenciaga fur trench you know who wore it first
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| If the fiend fell out then you know who work
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| You need a job nigga holla at me
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| I’m paying niggas just to wear my chains nigga my neck hurt
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| I’m pushing 2020 and its already owned nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck no more nigga
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| I’m Hollywood now nigga
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| You ain’t seen nobody like me
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| I live with both of my baby mamas
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| Facts
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| You niggas bums
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| Fucking bums
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| I wore this shit three days nigga
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Made 7 figures though
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| You ain’t Never seen me wear the same shit twice nigga
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| And if it was it was only cause I was high I forgot
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| You know that shit smoke in me right
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| Fourth rope shit
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| Velveteen dream
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| My third eye see everything
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| Next royal rumble it’s just me and 29 fiends nigga
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| RFC
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| Griselda |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Morse Code , by - Smoke DZA. Song from the album A Closed Mouth Don't Get Fed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп