| Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers
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| I’m in the field where the snakes slither
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| Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter
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| Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger
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| I’m usually in picture flossing that shit they worship
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| Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit is worthless
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| My style is more rugged, these young 'uns dressed in purses
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| My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses
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| Most rappers trash, fill every verse with curses
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| Or they copying Stalley, trying to steal my verbiage
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| But couldn’t walk a mile in these white air forces
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| Porsche on 4 Gs, chain gorgeous
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| Same sauces
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| Slick Rick and Daddy Kane countless
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| Amounts of money in my pocket, still lossless
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| Remain lawless, don’t do bosses
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| Authority I don’t fuck with
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| Jewels I truck it
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| The shirt Trukfit
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| Shout to Weezy F
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| Tha Carter 3, I still bump it
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| Ring clustered, your girl love it
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| Been quiet for a minute but I’m still buzzing
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| And still hustling
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| If judge fuck with any niggas in my circle
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| Don’t let fame hurt you
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| I’ve been grinding for a minute
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| Check the stained workboot
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| Started with a sixteen then that same work grew
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| I double up since address
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| Been flipping since mattress
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| Had the world doing backflips
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| Black Chevelle with the black lips
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| Plus the black automatic
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| In case a nigga want static
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| Mob deep like I’m Havok
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| Promote peace but I’ll blast it
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| Good girl, I don’t do ratchet
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| I’m a sneaker fiend, addict
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| Navy blue or the black shit
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| Made my wealth with my niggas
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| Seen too many in caskets
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| Fifth floor down on Sacks 5th
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| Buying Saint Laurent jackets
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| Dope boys strolling
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| You can have all that dab shit
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| I’d rather roll my dope
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| I don’t fuck with that dab shit
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| Money, brown paper bag it
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| Weed green like a dragon
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| I be floating, Aladdin
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| Chick dressed in all satin
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| Got a cabin in Aspen
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| Calabasas a mansion
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| Her engagement ring dancing
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| Got on my man shit
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| My driveway a dealership
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| While you and your man shit all bitter
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| Seven hundred horses these snakes lsither
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| Its time I cut the grass to see clearer
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| Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers
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| I’m in the field where the snakes slither
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| Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter
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| Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger
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| I’m usually in picture flossing that shit they worship
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| Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit is worthless
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| My style is more rugged, these young 'uns dressed in purses
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| My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Serpent's Whisper , by - Stalley. Song from the album Tell the Truth Shame the Devil (Complete Set), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп