| Don’t forget the
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| Kellogg, yeah
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| Don’t forget the
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| Kellogg
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| Don’t you wanna? |
| (Don't you?)
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| She just wanna
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| Don’t you wanna? |
| (Don't you?)
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| She just wanna
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| Don’t you wanna? |
| (Don't you?)
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| She just wanna
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| Yeah (Yeah)
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| She wanna boyfriend she can show off on the Gram (On the Gram)
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| I want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (Hundred grand)
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| Somebody tell these bitches this is who I am (Who I am)
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| Fuck you and that petty talk, I get it how I can, whoa (How I can)
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| You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into
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| Who gassed you up, though, shorty? |
| What the fuck they tellin' you?
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| (What they tellin'?)
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| You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into
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| Who gassed you up, though, shorty? |
| What the fuck they tellin' you? |
| (Yeah)
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| Let’s have a moment of silence, I killed that shit with no stylus,
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| but shout out to my new therapist, man, she keep me from wildin'
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| You got that drink in you (Yeah)
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| I see the freak in you (Woah)
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| So all them freaky things we do, let’s keep that me and you (Okay)
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| Let’s keep it discreet, girl
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| All black in my Jeep, girl
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| My hair used to match now
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| I got the gray streaks
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| I need all day with the freaks, they call me like it’s a party
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| I got a group full of cholas and ravers like we in '90's
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| So fuck you and your DM’s, I’m in the BF
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| Running through my passport pages freezin' my per diem’s
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| Plus them pretty pussies pay them premiums to see 'em
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| The fabric on my body, bitch, that’s not European, no
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| She wanna boyfriend she can show off on the Gram (On the Gram)
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| I want a latin grammy and a hundred grand (Hundred grand)
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| Somebody tell these bitches this is who I am (Who I am)
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| Fuck you and that petty talk, I get it how I can, whoa (How I can)
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| You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into (Yeah)
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| Who gassed you up, though, shorty? |
| What the fuck they tellin' you?
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| (What they tellin'?)
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| You’re just a pretty face and pussy that I fell into (That I fell into)
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| Who gassed you up, though, shorty? |
| What the fuck they tellin' you? |
| (Yeah)
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| I feel like Don Omar
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| I feel like Don Francisco (Yeah)
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| Or Don Corleone, I copped that crib in Callisto
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| No premo disco, tecca, girl
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| We on that Plan B (Yeah)
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| I’m talkin' house of pleasures, leather with sandal with green
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| And comfy like we the Tay
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| Profile then we restrain
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| But who said I’m resistant? |
| I’ve got that right to remain
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| Go put some ice in your chain
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| I heard it cool off the pain
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| Hot-blooded latino, we come from mental, we not the same, yeah
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| So fuck you and your hype and likes (Yeah)
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| I’m in the northern lights exploring different type of heights, ignoring
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| everyone’s advice
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| And if you’re lookin' for me, I ain’t on the block
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| Probably out in Barcelona or Morocco, make it hot, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Silver Flask, artist - Speak. Album song A Man + His Plants, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп