| Ain’t shit changed still bony no bowflex
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| Googling some titties while my girl won’t give me throat sex, swag
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| Stressing, strung out, kotex
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| Wishing I can get my money back from my old checks
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| American proletariat derelict no inheritance heiresses think my lyrics is
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| embarrassing
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| I’m the stoner Spider Man ripping chemical vitamins
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| Spit it general cypher and gripping emerald heinekens
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| I sold LP’s smoked lb’s
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| You smell me? |
| that’s Wells, beach
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| I’m on my soil chilling on a winters night
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| I ran out of oil, that’s that shit I don’t like
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| Came in the game with a brain not an amulet
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| I need the cannabis not what is on the mannequin
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| I’m procreated so you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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| Yo it’s that ugly white rapper, no not Paul Wall
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| But the one from the north who doesn’t say aw yaw
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| I got a ten sack that’s like eight more balls
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| And I’m gonna blow trees until the acorns fall
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| It’s like I’m riding in a beemer
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| When I’m in a Nissan with Ryan Peters on the speakers
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| Same shit, people that I came with
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| Still up in Maine bitch I ain’t that famous
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| And this isn’t commercial
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| But it would be if I hadn’t been dropped from Universal
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| They say you gotta pay to fly
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| You want filets on a plane and them stakes is high
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| So I’m sitting at McDonalds I don’t got a dollar
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| I be spitting enemies and got saliva out the bottle
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| I’m procreated so you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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| This is east to Eden mixed with reasonable doubt
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| Made an album for the label but they never put it out
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| Paid my dues now I’m waiting on a couch
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| Made enough off rap for down payments on a house
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| Come hither the blunt and drum hit her
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| The humble humdinger the mumbling gun slinger
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| Truck beds, middle class, bud had
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| Nickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swag
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| Back like a tramp stamp low cal made one-hundred grand in a month but I’m broke
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| now
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| Luckily, that’s what my skis is, genius,
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| Covered up in crumbs from the cheez-its
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| I cut the fame, minimal
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| Nickname, pivotal
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| Wit game, miserable
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| Rib cage, visible
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| I’m procreated so you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I’m Starving, artist - Spose. Album song Peter Sparker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп