| Yeah
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| We back up in this bitch!
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| That premium dope
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| Ay yo
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| I spy with my eyes
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| So fly shit designed by
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| Corrupt cops that buckshots
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| That crack rocks and drive by’s
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| Flood the streets like high tide
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| Just thinking about how time flies
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| You keep this fucking around can get your shirt stained like tie dye
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| Fuck smiles and high fives
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| Creeping up on your blind side
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| This is a true story but on acid it’s a sci-fi
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| Read the rappers on the net with no ethernet or wifi
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| Forty thousand feet above your city when I fly by
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| Sitting shady, spitting crazy
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| Till I’m whipping in Mercedes
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| Splitting lips on pussies like delivering the grip of babies
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| Bitches wanna set my gravy
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| Foaming at the mouth like they all
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| Sick with rabies, cripping maybe
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| Rocked 'em all in the eighty’s
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| Slash you with an axe, listening to Guns ‘n Roses
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| Yo this shit’s addictive like that trash you putting off your noses
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| Every verse ferocious, every word atrocious
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| Sicker than most, the closest
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| Short of breath like overdosing with tuberculosis
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| Yo it’s
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| Stack top of the line
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| Just rockin' your mind
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| Move lots at a time, that premium dope
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| Might as well get a stack off the shelf
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| In the back we just sell by the pack, that premium dope
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| I just go to distance, I just know persistence
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| I’m just so relentless, I’m just so consistent
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| They call it show business but I never show my business
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| Some of you niggas is hoes, some of you hoes is hoes
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| I’m just better than both of you bitches
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| But the flow is so chauvinistic
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| And I don’t leave no forensics for the detective to collect
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| Whenever I go ballistic
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| Aim your whole existence for dead presidents like the ghost of Nixon
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| Give a niggas more bars than a prosecutor who got the most evictions (bars)
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| Walking down on my city, how dare you?
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| My niggas a stick you up when ever they care to
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| Shut the fuck up, you get stuck up like a booji bitch
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| You get stuck up like The Weeknd’s hairdo
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| And clear blue diamonds snatched up like Claire Bloom (gimme that)
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| You make me have to make a move like a godfatherly
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| Your block hotter than rock lava, hotter than a hood of police cars (yeah)
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| To my top shottas they gone pop choppers like bloc bloca
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| Had the top doctors trynna put you back together with ER
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| Cause we are |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Premium Dope , by - Snak the Ripper. Song from the album From the Dirt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп