| Hidin' in the bushes-, hi-hidin' in the bushes
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| In the bushes, in the bushes…
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| With a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| And when I hop out on your ass I’mma let it rip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| And when I hop out on your ass I’mma let it rip
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| Hopped out the scrape thang
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| Gold up, Kray is so iced out
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| Gucci Bezels like I’m John Wayne
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| Gold chain, frost bite
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| So I twerk my wrist
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| 2 cellphones on me saggin' in the ride
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| Juug stuff white on the low, pow pow drop
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| Bitch I’ll go, icy diamonds in my throat
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| Wave god, space god
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| Smokin' with you, with you know
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| In the casa smokin' dro
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| Icy mask up on my face
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| Go finna rob a hoe
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| Gothed up, 10 goths
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| Trapped out, I can’t see none gold
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| Waitin' for the smoke to clear
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| Shinin' like a polar bear
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| I said like a polar bear
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| Bitch I’m Wayne Gretzky
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| Stylin' with the tech bitch
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| Shawty still text me, 2 damn phones
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| Bitch don’t even tax me
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| You are so nasty
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| We don’t give no fuck, came through Gucci
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| And when I hop out on your ass I’mma let it rip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip
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| And when I hop out on your ass I’mma let it rip
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| Smug Mang, Smug God
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| I’m so gothed on all around the world
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| Baby here I come, baby it’s all gone
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| Me and Weezy
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| Smug and Black will kill this song
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| I don’t care what they say
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| It ain’t cool to be soft
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| Don’t smoke my drugs, what you try’na piss me off?
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| Run my shit like
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| Lotta Xans, lotta Voss
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| Don’t even check what that shit cost
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| Coppin' everything I want
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| Dirty money love the floor
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| Private jets, 1 million flown
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| Always keep my shades on
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| That’s why they askin' me what the fuck I be on
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| , what the fuck I need?
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| I need more karma, I need less drama
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| Do this Smug Music for all my patna
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| Try’na make it, drive them Audi’s and them 'Rari's
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| Fuckin' up the club and every house party
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| Fuckin' up the club
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| Try’na make it in, drive them Audi’s and them 'Rari's
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| Fuck the club up and every house party |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hidin in da Bushes , by - Smug Mang. Song from the album Smug God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп