| That home grown PiFF make you phone home
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| That money flow, watch how we get it from moving zones
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| My goonies all play with that snow
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| Weather we making money off it or they snortin that blow
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| Really tho
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| Hard flows put the burner to all foes
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| You chump the hardest one and they all fold
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| Allah’s told prophecy, ain’t a nigga as hard as me
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| Verbal lobotomy, I’m starving B and make it hard to see
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| Passed you whack rappers who constantly dick ride
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| My clip 5, spit 5 shots at ya whip high
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| Big guys, just because you gangsta and tough
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| If you ain’t for it then we calling your bluff
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| Son I smoke up, you on coke dust, choked up, so butt
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| I’m consistently sticking penis in dope sluts
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| Goon affiliated, feels like I made it
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| This is motivation for every nigga whoever hated
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| Thanks to ya’ll hatin' we on stacking doe
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| We gone keep serving that green, John McEnroe
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| Disturbing the peace but calm casual
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| Europeans with the grenades, we bomb capitals
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| So ya’ll can keep hatin', it don’t matter tho
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| We gone keep serving that heat, John McEnroe
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| Disturbing the peace but calm casual
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| Americans with the grenades we bomb capitals
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| Y’all can hate me, it just makes me
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| Greatly appreciate my great speech
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| The fake, weak, The great teach, On great beats
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| Teamed up with the sick goons made a great leap
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| I’ll make a ape weep, and I break teeth
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| Don’t make a grown man turn into a straight beast
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| I’m straight street, the flows put a nigga 8 feet
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| It’s time to start the damn lesson, Time to take seats
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| Nice writing, ice white and, I like fighting
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| Carve a Tatoo in ya face like Mike Tyson’s
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| Haters wanna act all hard, they like icing
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| I watch’em turn sweet when I spark the bright lighting
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| Yeah, they say he’s sick, Kicks they from 86
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| Silver ones, and the silver gun with the baby clip
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| Mercedes whips, chill in spots where the ladies strip
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| The #Vets, Sicknature and Snowgoons, a crazy click
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| Thanks to ya’ll hatin' we on stacking doe
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| We gone keep serving that green, John McEnroe
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| Disturbing the peace but calm casual
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| Europeans with the grenades, we bomb capitals
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| So ya’ll can keep hatin', it don’t matter tho
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| We gone keep serving that heat, John McEnroe
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| Disturbing the peace but calm casual
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| Americans with the grenades we bomb capitals
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| Naturally I be pushin sickness
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| A bad man trapped in a crooked business
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| With battle plans and his fury itchin'
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| So fuck ya’ll sleepin' rap bands and yall rookies bitchin'
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| Those dogs are needin' cat scans, they got pussies in ‘em
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| Shit talkers, I’m killin ya’ll conversations
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| And ya’ll ain’t gon' do shit like yuu dealin' with constipation
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| This is home grown, when blown, It will stone the disbelievers
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| Creatin a big bang like the protones in Geneva
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| In a world of lyers and thiefs and designed diseases out for the feast
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| Where promises peak, ya’ll better acknowledge the beasts
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| Snowgoons is droppin the cold beats, it’s wild in the streets
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| We takeover, even hell will suffer the minus degrees
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| Good riddance, I’m shittin on ya’ll producers
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| Im so far ahead, ya’ll might think I visited from the future
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| Industry bruised me up, left me without the payment
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| Now this? |
| bruise/Bruce? |
| produce the green without the use of gamma radiation |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song John McEnroe, artist - Snowgoons. Album song The Snowgoons Instrumentals, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп