| Do I not got you entertained?
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| Still not copying a thing
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| Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh
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| Still spot me at the bank
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| Still the god emcee of Maine
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| Still Preposterously Dank, ooh
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| PBR by the lying my commute
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| Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose
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| Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe
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| And then make that shit go
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| Poof!
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| She make me wanna beat it like my adversaries
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| Cause she got a butt big like it’s my vocabulary
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| My shit sick as dysentery, you’re the beneficiary
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| Tracks laid down like it’s missionary
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| I fuck a beat up against the wall though
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| Your accomplishments hard to find like Waldo
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| I’m getting money that I wanted to get
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| Then the bills come like Monica’s dress
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| It go poof!
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| Whoops, there goes the loot
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| Conversation, observation, still astute
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| Though I look aloof?
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| I’m a rebel, never settle, this is proof
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| I’m heavy metal when I’m pedaling the truth
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| I might have to pull a rabbit out the hat now
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| Something out of nothing that’s my background
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| What I see like the middle of magician is cigars sawed in half like my lovely
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| assistant
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| It go
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| Do I not got you entertained?
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| Still not copying a thing
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| Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh
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| Still spot me at the bank
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| Still the god emcee of Maine
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| Still Preposterously Dank, ooh
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| PBR by the lying my commute
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| Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose
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| Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe
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| And then make that shit go
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| Poof!
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| I got your email but you know I’m not responding
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| Cause I’m getting more-a-set these days, I call that shit Alanis
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| Fuck your team and every player on it
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| Till I’m getting foreign green, I call that Isaiah Thomas
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| And fuck you even after that, every rapper’s wack
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| Shit is foul, put you on the line, that’s a hack-a-shack
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| You look up to me because I’m like an acrobat
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| My peers disappear like they’re zits with the Tazorac
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| Touch words like Vanna White, vanish in a week
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| I’m outlandish while I’m brandishing the speech
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| She got cancer so my grammy’s weak
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| Might have to write my Grammy speech and read it to her
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| Case she’s not here when I reach the canopy
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| I’ll paddle into battle for people who can’t fight
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| me to my company saving your damn life
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| I’ll sign paychecks till I need my hand iced
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| More W2's than the Irishman twice, oh yeah
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| Do I not got you entertained?
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| Still not copying a thing
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| Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh
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| Still spot me at the bank
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| Still the god emcee of Maine
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| Still Preposterously Dank, ooh
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| Bissell Brothers in the lying my commute
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| Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose
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| Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe
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| And then make that shit go
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| Poof! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poof!, artist - Spose. Album song Good Luck With Your Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп