| Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
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| I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
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| Artists and killas, we one in the same
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| Groupies come and they go, I’m just happy I came
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| Yo
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| I show up like I own the damn premises
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| The hair god, make it look so effortless
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| Full blown pessimist, word to my therapist
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| Primma Donna Syndrome, bitch
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| Please pardon my arrogance
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| Gnarly, gnarly, more alcohol and more cigarettes
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| Fuck the small talk, baby, can we get ignorant?
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| Hustle like an immigrant
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| Imagination infinite
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| , shit
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| Told them that I lived for this
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| Think I’m Mr. Popular
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| Poppin' at them officers
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| The man that made a scene up at them Universal offices
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| Sabotage my career, fucked it within a year
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| Phone stopped ringing, shit, I guess I keep singin'
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| They tryin' have a meetin'
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| Well, I’m tryin' find a
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| While my bank accounts depletin' and my heart and brain are bleedin'
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| I made another mess on the desk of some executive
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| Live fast, die slow
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| Bury me in decadence
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| Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
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| I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
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| Artists and killas, we one in the same
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| Groupies come and they go, I’m just happy I came
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| Ego driven motor mouth
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| Never sip the Ace of Spades, I’d rather play some Motörhead
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| Move like a
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| Over work and under paid
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| Nothing left to lose now, except my life
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| I ain’t afraid
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| Take a bullet for your team
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| If I die, pour some heem
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| If that money big enough, you sell your soul to live them dreams
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| Pennies in my pocket, Pennies on my feet
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| on the jersey, Orlando versus Heat
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| M-m-m-magic when I speak
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| It’s magic versus
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| They it’s magic in the makin', all the bitches do concur
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| A funny thing occurred on the way to the stud, (what?)
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| I was stabbed in the back
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| But I guess I’ll make do, shit
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| All right, hey there, Anthony
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| Are ya dead yet?
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| No
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| Six hundred suits, twelve pairs of boots
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| I run with them weirdos, cavemen, and brutes
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| Artists and killas, we one in the same
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| Groupies come and they go, I’m just happy I came
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| (clapping and cheering)
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| Ladies and Gentlemen
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| For the first time on North American soil
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| Please welcome Gnarly Davidson vs. The Marlboro Man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mouth , by - Speak. Song from the album Gnarly Davidson vs. The Marlboro Men, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп